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Bring back the innocent lords |
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It may be later than you think |
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There's new places to explore |
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But the old ones return tomorrow |
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Lines are forming all around |
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Hear them cry out above our heads |
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Divide the years apart |
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The passive grumble like a shell |
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I'm the intended, hear the call |
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Try to be careful and I don't know why |
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One hundred years, maybe more |
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I'm the intended and I don't mind it |
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Waiting patiently |
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Walk over to the window |
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Then you look away |
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Can't see no accidents |
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Waiting endlessly |
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It will be easier and |
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We will be together |
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Just another test |
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Like any other test |
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I'm the intended, hear the call |
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Try to be careful and I don't know why |
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One hundred years, maybe more |
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I'm the intended and I don't mind at all |
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And it all comes down |
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As you wait for the dream |
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You've known all along |
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But you're waiting alone |
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For the moment to come |
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And you hear them call |
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And you hear them call |
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And you're waiting alone |
