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I ran to tunnel of love |
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You were no longer sparking clean |
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Well, my boat got stuck in the fog |
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Here I used to go swim in the stream |
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The gates of the tunnel came closed |
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Whoa, my ghost was standing there by the door |
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So I splashed back out to the street |
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Nothing was there anymore |
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Oh, the water was floating with graves |
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Where cotton candy should be and get this |
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And girls in black robes were dancing around |
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And touching their fingers to me |
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Oh, I blackened my windows with soot |
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And sandbagged the doors real good |
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And didn't emerge from hiding |
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Until the fallout was through |
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Oh, the water was floating with graves |
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Where cotton candy should be and get this |
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And girls in black robes were dancing around |
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And touching their fingers to me |
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And touching their fingers to me |
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And touching their fingers to me |
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And touching their fingers to me |
