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December thirty first |
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Eleven fifty nine |
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I think I'm happy now |
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At least from time to time |
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I had to let it go |
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I had to let it slip |
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Funny how it all works out |
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When you've given up on it |
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Rooftops and stars above |
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The smell of cold dead leaves |
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Our skin was all in knots |
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You were moving under me |
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Cars and history turn to rust |
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Cars and history turn to rust |
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Cars and history turn to rust |
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Cars and history turn to rust |
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December thirty first |
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Eleven fifty nine |
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Come a little closer girl |
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It's time to rise and shine |
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I had to let it go |
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We had to let it slip |
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Funny how it all works out |
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When you've given up on it |
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Rooftops and stars above |
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The smell of cold dead leaves |
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Our skin was all in knots |
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You were moving under me |
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Cold war is gone, cold war's over dear |
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Satellites, dirty bombs and fear |
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I want you |
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Oh I want you |
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This frozen hand |
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Has turned to rain |
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It's dark again |
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It goes that way |
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It's on the prowl |
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The latest junk |
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Broken shells |
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To be someone |
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This little tick |
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Up every night |
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The only war |
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We televise |
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We televise |
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We televise |
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Those little lies |
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Who will win? |
