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I should know my time and place |
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I'm Tuesday's child without the grace |
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Bring your canary, bring your flame |
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There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine |
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We're just blow ins on the storm of time |
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Yeah, we're just stopping for a while |
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Bucket of water to separate |
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Those horny dogs of church and state |
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God of ego, God of lies |
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Pushes us to the corner of our own lives |
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We're just blow ins on the storm of time |
| [02:27.62] |
Yeah, we're just stopping for a while |
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I am the magpie when all's shiny and new |
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I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two |
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And if all time was but a day |
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We'd show up around midnight and say hey |
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'Cause we're just blow ins on the storm of time |
| [04:05.50] |
Yeah, we're just stopping for a while |
