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And we can't all be there so far |
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At the Burnside |
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We're taking everyone in the car |
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To the Burnside |
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The brothers were born with a lump in their heart |
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And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are |
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And sharing their lungs, seeing ghosts in the park |
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In houses, in trees, holding hands with a spark |
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And we can't all be there so far |
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At the Burnside |
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We're taking everyone in the car |
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To the Burnside |
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You're bending the truth with your hand in your heart |
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And games for a laugh jump from my mark |
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And we can't all be there so far |
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At the Burnside |
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And hope for the best when you're flying your kite |
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It happened before, taken from her side |
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And wearing no clothes, and someone knows where they are |
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And holding our torches through the night |
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At the Burnside |
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No sign, no sign, no sign anymore |
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No sign, no sign, no sign anymore |
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No sign, no sign, no sign anymore |
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No sign, no sign, no sign anymore |
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Anymore, anymore |
