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[ti:waterfall - justin robertson's mix] |
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[ar:the stone roses] |
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[al:the remixes] |
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[offset:-100] |
| [01:33.47] |
Chimes sing Sunday morn |
| [01:37.61] |
Today's the day she's sworn |
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To steal what she never could own |
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And race from this hole she calls home |
| [01:56.59] |
Now you're at the wheel |
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Tell me how, how does it feel? |
| [02:05.52] |
So good to have equalized |
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To lift up the lids of your eyes |
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As the mile they disappear |
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See land begin to clear |
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Free from the filth and the scum |
| [02:37.50] |
This American satellites won |
| [02:47.69][02:56.76][04:11.05][04:20.21][05:15.95][05:25.16] |
She'll carry on through it all |
| [02:51.30][03:00.39][04:14.63][04:23.97][05:19.51][05:28.87] |
She's a waterfall |
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See the steeple pine |
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The hills as old as time |
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Soon to be put to the test |
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To be whipped by the winds of the west |
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Stands on shifting sands |
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The scales held in her hands |
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The wind it just whips her away |
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And fills up her brigantine sails |
