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Be gone |
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Be gone |
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Be gone your olden ways, be gone |
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Don't be afraid of anyone |
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Like seasons, just move on |
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Aorta liver ventricles |
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And other winter vehicles |
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From indigo to crystalline |
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You've one more chance, so get it right |
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Oh Floreal |
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Oh guillotine |
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Oh Floreal |
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I love your iridescent sheen |
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As it reflects you and reflects me |
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Oh don't believe all of your golden memories |
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They're little more than make believe |
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So listen carefully |
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Agonic lines, ascendances and amatory tendencies |
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From here to heart arrhythmias |
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Oh don't you know we're not like this |
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Oh Floreal |
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Oh guillotine |
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Oh Floreal |
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I love your iridescent sheen |
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As it reflects you and it reflects me |
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Oh Floreal |
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Oh guillotine |
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Oh Floreal |
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I love your iridescent sheen |
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As it reflects you and reflects me |
