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He said how lonely you are waiting at the sunday park |
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I'll elude you |
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I will loose you existing were no soul apart you stand on a platform your effigy dissolves in my hands when |
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I feel like someone to lie on and |
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I feel like someone to rely on you can't wake up illusions born of the air something seems so precious there |
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I'll elude you |
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I will loose you as rehersal of my despair when |
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I feel like someone to lie on and |
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I feel like someone to die on you can't wake up oh here me |
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I'm what you have left here |
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I am in this necrologue of love |
