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Half a week before the winter |
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The chill bites before it comes |
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And I'm a child of the pleasure |
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That he brings before he runs |
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He sits behind a desk of mahogany |
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He whispers dreams into my ear |
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And though I've given him his empire |
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He delivers me my fear |
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The unicorns are riding high |
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Powerful in coats of white |
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I turn to look and burn my eyes |
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I carry on, I carry... |
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All the weight of empty promise |
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As I stand swallowed by the light |
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Flickering above the highway |
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I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight |
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The vampires are growing tired |
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The coats of white all turn to red |
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My heart burns with desire |
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I carry on, I carry on |
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The unicorns are riding high |
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Powerful in coats of white |
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I turn to look and burn my eyes |
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I carry on, I carry... |
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The vampires are growing tired |
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The coats of white all turn to red |
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My heart burns with desire |
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I carry on, I carry on |
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I carry on |
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We carry on |
