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It's like this |
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It's all in here |
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Just one kiss |
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Will make that clear |
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So let the flower open |
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Let the ship sail |
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Don't need no meaningless token |
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To hear the nightingale |
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For everything that's been |
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For all that's yet to come |
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Brow full of moonbeams |
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Singing loves old song |
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Beauty threads its needle |
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In every eye a light will shine |
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From the graveyard to the cradle |
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All the bells of wonder chime |
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No further complication |
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Here for the queen or for the pawn |
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Night of such revelation |
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The Jew is trembling on the thorn |
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For everything that's been |
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For all that's yet to come |
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Brow full of moonbeams |
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Singing loves old song |
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Loves old song |
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Playing in our hearts |
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Binding it together |
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Pulling it apart |
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Loves old song |
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Playing pure and bold |
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Time has come to read |
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What's written in your soul |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
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Out in the fields of bloody slumber |
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Shadows fleeing from the sun |
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Without aim and without number |
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These children of oblivion |
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For everything that's been |
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For everythingaas that come |
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A brow full of moonbeams |
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Singing loves old song |
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Loves old song |
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Playing in our hearts |
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Binding it together |
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Pulling it apart |
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Loves old song |
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Playing pure and bold |
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Time has come to read |
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What's written there in your soul |
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Yah yah yeah |
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Whoa oh oh |
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For everything that's been |
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For everythingaas that come |
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Brow full of moonbeams |
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Singing loves old song |