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This is better |
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Than simply strolling imagine how 30 years |
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This is better, this is better, you're just a memory now |
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That can move along |
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Move along |
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You're not St. Martha my blood and water |
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Every pause rushes on, we'll marry the sea, |
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I won't let this go wrong |
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It's time to believe me |
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The iron function holds no doors open, |
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El Draque and his plans will burst like rings on a pond |
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I guess it's loneliness, your childhood loneliness |
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You can't climb out the window |
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Now they're too hurt inside |
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You fucking ostrich fuck |
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I guess it's loneliness, your childhood loneliness, goodbye |
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And decide it's ahead or behind |
