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Cholla cholla |
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You kept us away |
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We'll come back tomorrow |
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And give you one day |
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The talent of time |
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That thief that delays |
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We'll come back tomorrow |
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And tear down your ways |
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Otherwise |
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Where are we going? |
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What are we doing? |
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You siphon a smile from the source |
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How do we move on |
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When nothing is growing |
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Your hands turned to daggers again |
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Non par Non par nonpareil |
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You rush to the future and paint it yourself |
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Together we're lucky |
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Together we're set |
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When nothing comes easy |
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Only the finest are left |
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Where are we going? |
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What are we doing? |
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You siphon a smile from the source |
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How do we move on |
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When nothing is growing |
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Your hands turned to daggers again, my love. |
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This is the way it has played |
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But these are our riches to take |
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What came of, of goodness |
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Of fairness |
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Nothing proves otherwise |
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Where are we going |
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Where are we going |
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Where are we going |
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Where are we going |
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Where are we going |
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And what are we doing |
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Cholla, cholla, cholla |
