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Sometimes the road is lindless |
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stares you in the face |
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i don't know where yet |
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it's going and |
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sometimes things are easy |
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easy to forget |
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the words beneath your breath |
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like rich man |
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so let's rush up to the ridge |
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watch all the lights go out |
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you stole away my heart |
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quiet as the fin of a tiger shark |
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and you and i will dance there |
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free |
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there |
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call me a miss believer |
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anything will do |
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if this world will not love you |
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i will |
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call it miss believing |
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or a childhood sloping off |
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and promises promises promises promises |
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oh mrs no misses stolen kisses |
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how this is done |
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so let's rush up to the ridge |
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watch all the lights go out |
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you stole away my heart |
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quiet as the fin of a tiger shark |
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and you and i will dance there |
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free |
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there |
