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as turning pages all but scatter me |
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a matter of fact on, I'm not living on |
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a strata mirrors takes light perceptively |
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for thrill of my eyes, hypocrisy |
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this trial on center I'm not over it |
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i had a little find, go on open it |
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stop along we don't mind |
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a someone just like you there |
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dry mountains, give off fire |
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we've got to choose, erase this terror |
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a start off counting this, we gotta lay it low |
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if that is not down, i'm not giving on |
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the stranded streets are bored, we're not lonely |
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i hear about sometimes, instability |
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stop along we don't mind |
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a someone just like you there |
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dry mountains, give off fire |
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we've got to choose, erase this terror |
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stop along, we don't mind |
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it never made us listen to |
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i hardly made it up to you, it's alright |
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stop along, stop along |
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stop along, stop along |
