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[ti:waterfall] |
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[ar:the stone roses] |
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[al:blackpool live] |
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[offset:-100] |
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Chimes sing Sunday morn |
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Today's the day she's sworn |
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To steal what she never could own |
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And race from this hole she calls home |
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Now you're at the wheel |
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Tell me how, how does it feel? |
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So good to have equalized |
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To lift up the lids of your eyes |
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As the mile they disappear |
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See land begin to clear |
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Free from the filth and the scum |
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This American satellites won |
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She'll carry on through it all |
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She's a waterfall |
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See the steeple pine |
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The hills as old as time |
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Soon to be put to the test |
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To be whipped by the winds of the west |
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Stands on shifting sands |
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The scales held in her hands |
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The wind it just whips her away |
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And fills up her brigantine sails |
