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The background buzz, the lo-fi hum, |
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The fallen saviors beat their ritual drums. |
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Their eyes alive with destiny - |
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Sweet delusions, which serve to set us free. |
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The bar room bids for tarts with hearts, |
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The dumbed down kids in souped up cars. |
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The clapped out lovers on their guard - |
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Smaller details written large. |
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Her sun-kissed skin caught in your frame, |
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You know you'll never pass this way again. |
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You wash the dirt out of your hair. |
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You find the words you need when no-one's there. |
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The moments lost. |
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The distant stars. |
