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Underneath the heat of the heavy grey sky |
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I thought about last night |
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I thought about last night |
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Wind danced your hair over and away from your eyes |
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We were all dressed to the nines |
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We were all dressed to the nines |
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And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours |
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In the future, what we will make of these days of ours |
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As we rode through the streets at dawn |
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My hand was in yours |
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My hand was in yours |
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Wretched and misty |
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Who knows where this leads? |
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Where all of this may lead? |
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And I wonder what we will make of these days of ours |
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In the future, what we will make of these days of ours |
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These days of ours |
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These days of ours |
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These days of ours |
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These days of ours |