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Silence and suffering speaks the most |
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The deep heavy feeling, hot and cold |
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Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow |
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And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow |
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Sometimes dust flies up |
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Hold your breath, make a street round surround her |
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And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers |
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Choking on a silent device |
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Hold your breath, make a street round surround her |
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And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers |
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Choking on a silent device |
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Return from the clockwork just to make you see |
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The deep orange brickwork that it'll be |
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Stop with the worst as you wait for the shallow |
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And chase after castles like there's no tomorrow |
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And sometimes dust flies up |
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Hold your breath, make a street round surround her |
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And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers |
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Choking on a silent device |
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Hold your breath, make a street round surround her |
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And timing is a planet, face the round with honest answers |
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Choking on a silent device |
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(Return from the clockwork just to make you see...) |
