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I will play some part |
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I will burn any asphalt |
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Old songs, if found out |
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Won't mean you would only have sound |
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But time will own my heart |
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Until I die and ever after starts |
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Old songs, though forgone |
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You'll see, soon will be the last ones |
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Chorus |
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You could be the last call |
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I would never ask more |
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Even the now the world's on |
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Look into the ice, girl |
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You could be the call |
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Oh me, hours seem long |
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Slowly, we could never have enough |
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Of songs, in our minds |
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Though strong, can only ever play in time |
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Chorus |
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You could be the last call |
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I would never ask more |
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Even the now the world's on |
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Look into the ice, girl |
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You could be the call |
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Look into the ice, girl |
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Everybody out here's done |
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Even the now the world's on |
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Even if the sky's gone |
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You could be the last call |
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Look into the ice, girl |
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Everybody out here's done |
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Even the now the world's on |
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Even if the sky's gone |
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You could be the last call |
