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I could kill a hundred times a day |
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Just to find something that I would want to save |
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Don't you know who owns the stars ? |
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Controls the sea ? |
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When I stop to catch it all, it passes me. |
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We are not stars |
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We're nothing but descendants |
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Of butlers and attendants |
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We are like cars |
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Rusting in a graveyard |
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With some forgotten saviours. |
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I could host a funeral tonight |
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Lift her dress and kiss her while she's still alive |
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She who kept a swallow in her mouth |
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Just to make it think that it was flying south. |
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We are not stars |
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We're nothing but descendants |
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Of butlers and attendants |
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We are like cars |
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Rusting in a graveyard |
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With some forgotten saviours. |
