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Here's the story |
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No time to lose (like the present) |
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Now I've lost my friends |
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Now I've lost friends |
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It's not my party, |
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Never will be |
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Feeling out-of-place, |
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I'm not happy |
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A touch of the storm cloud... |
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Roughage in a comradeship and conversations |
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Conversations, everything's so run-of-the-mill |
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We stand still... |
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And time slips back, |
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And time slips back... |
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Back to the garden, |
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Time slips back |
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Back in the dark rooms |
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Time slips back |
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Back in the dark room |
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Back to the dark age |
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Put me on the rack |
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We stand still |
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Time slips back |
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Recount movements |
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Recount movements |
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Watch us grow |
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Watch us fall from grace |
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Watch us fall flat on our face |
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But you always fall on your feet |
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Tell me how you always |
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Fall on your feet |
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Tell me how |
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Tell me how |
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Tell me how |
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Oh tell me how |
