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ti:Statues |
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ar:Foo Fighters |
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al:Echoes, Silence, Patience And Grace |
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You and I were two old and tortured souls |
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Repaired by a love of broken things |
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In a life, just some bodies growing old |
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No fear of the end, of anything |
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We're just ordinary people, you and me |
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Time will turn us into statues, eventually |
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We got by, though we never needed much |
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A sliver of hope, no diamond rings |
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We got high, it was heaven it was hell |
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Flying over them, with broken wings |
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We're just ordinary people, you and me |
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Time will turn us into statues, eventually |
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Oh, just two ordinary people, you and me |
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Time will turn us into statues, eventually |
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Our bones forever in stone |
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Monuments of life |
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To dust, as everything must |
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We fade away in time, oh |
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We're just ordinary people, you and me |
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Time will turn us into statues, eventually |
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Oh, just two ordinary people, you and me |
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Oh, time will turn us into statues, eventually |
