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I have written enough as enough to sing for a song of remembering |
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Everything moves everyone?s laughing, moving through the city of passing |
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I?ve written enough, enough for a while, I have written enough, enough for a while |
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And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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Oo oo oo oo |
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I remember the streets, I remember these faces, going through the ever ages |
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In these ever machines, crowdin? the streets, there must be some kind of factory where the angels are made, to just be replaced, I have written enough, enough for today |
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And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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(Guitar Solo) |
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Passing, passing through |
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And everything moves, we are the past, everything moves, but outside these photographs, everything dies, the cycles of time, everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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Oo oo, |
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Passing, passing through |
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Oo, oo |
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Passing, passing through |
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Oo, oo |
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Through a song of remembering |
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Oo, oo |
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A song of remembering |
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Oo, oo |
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Oo, oo |
