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Is it strange? Is it weird? |
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They come in search of truth |
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We must be on the spot |
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There's only me and you |
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[Incomprehensible] and you were fine |
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All your thoughts are out of mind |
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It doesn't start, it will not end |
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But how will we be moved? |
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On a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun |
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On a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun |
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On a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Looks up and comes down |
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Floatin' through the void |
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Gettin' lost, gettin' found |
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Is somethin' we can use |
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It doesn't start, it doesn't end |
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How will we be moved? |
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On a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun |
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I'm on a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun |
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I'm on a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun, echoes round the sun |
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I'm on a rock spinnin' through the echoes round the sun |
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Me and you on a spot |
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Me and you on a spot |
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Me and you on a spot |
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Me and you on a spot |
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Me and you on a spot |
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Me and you on a spot |
