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Fanfarlo - Atlas |
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It's all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause. |
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By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust. |
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A face to face you will lead them by the fall. |
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A track fiend and the saw dust, |
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You're allowed to stare it out. |
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Its all good luck charms, |
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All trying to understand. |
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Indeed inside me will always hope for worse, |
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You say keep them close by, |
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They're closer than you think. |
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A track fiend and the saw dust, |
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You're allowed to stare it out. |
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Next spring will bring you back again, |
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You'll sigh and crack a whip for us, |
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And maybe you will be the one, |
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Who'll drawl the line in the sand, |
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For us to crawl. |
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It's all at bats now |
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All painting gorgeous time. |
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And maybe when the night comes |
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You'll open up the cage. |
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You'll open up the cage. |
