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Orange and red beams |
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In and out |
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Peek through my window |
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In the night |
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The baby was born |
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Before a storm |
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And now I believe them |
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What they said |
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The thousand people |
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Who aren't really dead |
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The baby was born |
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Before a storm |
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And now a fate calls him a mile away |
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'Cause orange and red beams |
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Yes, are here to stay |
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Now I believe him |
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Before I escape |
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The thousand people |
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Do not really care |
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The baby was born |
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Before a storm |
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Orange and red beams, orange and red beams |
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Orange and red beams, orange and red beams |
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Orange and red beams, orange and red beams... |