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While the world stood still around us |
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We drove, dreamless, lost and found again |
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Around towns, adrift and nameless, |
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Thrown in mad arrangements, |
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Bruised with orange light. |
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This could be the end of the world, |
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Smoke and curls and the screaming bells |
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When I awoke, I couldn't tell |
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In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens |
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See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven |
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And your wild abandon, well you look like death |
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And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens |
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While the world stood still around us |
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We drove, dreamless, lost and found again |
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Around towns, adrift and nameless, |
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Thrown in mad arrangements, |
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Bruised with orange light. |
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In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens |
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See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven |
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And your wild abandon, well you look like death |
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And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens |
