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Is it strange? Is it weird? |
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They come in search of truth |
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It must be on the spot |
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There's only me and you |
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We left our time |
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And you were fine |
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All your thoughts are out of mind |
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It doesn't start, it will not end |
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But how will we be moved? |
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On a rock, spinning through |
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That echoes round the sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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On a rock, spinning through |
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The Echoes Round the Sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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On a rock, spinning through |
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The Echoes Round the Sun |
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He looks up and he comes down |
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Floating through the void |
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Getting lost, getting found |
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Is something we can use |
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It doesn't start what doesn't end |
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How will we be moved? |
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On a rock, spinning through |
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the echoes round the sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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On a rock, spinning through |
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The echoes round the sun |
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Echoes Round the sun |
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Echoes Round the Sun |
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I'm on a rock, spinning through |
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The echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun |
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Echoes round the sun |
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All on a rock, spinning through, |
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that echoes round the sun. |
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You and me on a spot |
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You and me on a spot |
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You and me on a spot |
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You and me on a spot |
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You and me on a spot |
