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Hey, something is new |
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It got into me and I hope that it got into you |
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The way my covers are made |
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Trumpets will play |
| [00:30.98] |
And I hope that it's inside |
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I hope that it got into you |
| [00:38.74] |
There's no doubt |
| [00:42.54] |
Here lies Amelia Bright |
| [00:46.04] |
In a red 50's dress |
| [00:48.98] |
From a thrift shop nearby |
| [00:51.92] |
I laid on the ground and stared at the sky |
| [00:56.11] |
With Amelia Bright |
| [01:05.43] |
There's clothes |
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That hide them away |
| [01:13.30] |
There's me spread |
| [01:18.04] |
All over the floor |
| [01:19.49] |
And I'm lost in one place, |
| [01:21.29] |
I'm stuck, and I'm straight, |
| [01:22.89] |
And I hope that you feel the same way |
| [01:25.76] |
|
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There's no doubt |
| [01:32.86] |
Here lies Amelia Bright |
| [01:35.99] |
In a red 50's dress |
| [01:38.10] |
From a thrift shop nearby |
| [01:39.92] |
I laid on the grass and stared at the sky |
| [01:45.67] |
With Amelia Bright |
| [02:04.92] |
There's no doubt |
| [02:07.67] |
There's nothing to work out |
| [02:12.67] |
You're alone |
| [02:15.48] |
'Cause you're always on your own |
| [02:20.68] |
When you yawn, |
| [02:23.80] |
It makes me want to yawn, too |
| [02:36.48] |
Plain, expressionless view |
| [02:41.73] |
It got into you with a necklace, no shoes, |
| [02:49.67] |
The promise of truth |
| [02:50.67] |
And a life to be bright and new |
| [02:55.05] |
There's no doubt |
| [03:00.49] |
Here lies Amelia Bright |
| [03:02.36] |
Over the bars of the graveyard at night |
| [03:05.79] |
I laid on the grass |
| [03:08.12] |
And stared at the sky |
| [03:10.12] |
With Amelia Bright |
| [03:13.92] |
With Amelia Bright |
| [03:16.42] |
With Amelia Bright |
