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the lonely loonies on the playground |
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reveal their shadows to the day |
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they crash in planes on smack and weird sounds |
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and leaves us gold upon their graves |
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our lives becomes less ordinary |
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show us that it doesn't hurt to die |
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is it so gorgeous |
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is it enchanted |
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is it revealing |
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I feel so lucky I have seen you |
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and rapture spread among the crowd |
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I wish for once I could have met you |
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before they wrapped you in a shroud |
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the giants always get their heads chopped |
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or drown in muddy waters in the south |
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is it so gorgeous |
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is it enchanted |
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is it forever |
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is it so gorgeous |
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is it enchanted |
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is it eternal |
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with a rude tongue dressed in spiteful eloquence |
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you would call |
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calling for a love that never came |
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you would wait, you would call |
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and you'd wait and you'd call |
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back here I am in search of answers |
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I won't accept what I was told |
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it's only fair to die from cancer |
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when you're old enough to say you're old |
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the reverb you left is never over |
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tolling for the only one who is not present - |
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still so gorgeous |
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so enchanted |
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so forever |
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is it so gorgeous |
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is it enhanted |
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is it eternal |
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is it tomorrow |
