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Gone for days, Julia |
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Without a trace, Julia |
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Leaving some words, a note |
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If anyone gave a damn |
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Gone for days, Julia |
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Without a trace, Julia |
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Leaving some words, a note |
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If anyone gave a damn |
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She laid her eyes upon the glade |
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A place unseen by many |
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And unknown to all |
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She was hiding herself in the broad daylight |
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From the seekers of the grind denial |
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She approaches to the water |
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The dark, cold water |
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She was a keeper of the inside |
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(Revealed) by this place which is unfound |
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A pity sight for the magpie |
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The Black Lodge |
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She was hiding herself in the broad daylight |
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From the seekers of the grind denial |
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She approaches to the water |
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The dark, cold water |
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Beautiful when she left the door |
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Unclosed behind |
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Red dress, the evidence was on her wrists |
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Julia, where are you going |
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What are you leading me to |
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The trail to the lodge is irrelevant |
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It's always the end |
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When they're finally there |
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I can still see you through the water |
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Gone for days, Julia |
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Without a trace, Julia |
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Leaving some words, a note |
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If anyone gave a damn |
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Gone for days, Julia |
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Without a trace, Julia |
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She was a keeper of the inside |
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(Revealed) by this place which is unfound |
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A pity sight for the magpie |
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The Black Lodge |
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She was hiding herself in the broad daylight |
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From the seekers of the grind denial |
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She approaches to the water |
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The dark, cold water |