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Seize the moment, fire away |
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And get off these sorted streets |
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And our house of black and redder days |
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You'll get better and better to mean |
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Don't cover your eyes if you can't see |
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Stand on the ground |
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And get out of this weather |
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It's something |
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I know you need |
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And what makes it alright |
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Doesn't make it all better |
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What slips through our hands, we keep |
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Lose your focus on the stairs |
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And I'm standing on both sides |
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There's a special moment, no one's there |
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But it doesn't get noticed in time |
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Don't cover your eyes if you can't see |
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Stand on the ground |
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And get out of this weather |
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It's something |
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I know you need |
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And what makes it alright |
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Doesn't make it all better |
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What slips through our hands, we keep |
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I can tell you've been here before |
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Don't cover your eyes |
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Don't cover your eyes |
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I can tell you've been here before |
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Don't cover your eyes |
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Don't cover your eyes |
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I can tell you've been here before |
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Stand on the ground |
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And get out of this weather |
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It's something |
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I know you need |
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And what makes it alright |
|
Doesn't make it all better |
|
What slips through our hands, we keep |
|
Stand on the ground |
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And get out of this weather |
|
It's something |
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I know you need |
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And what makes alright |
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Doesn't make it all better |
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What slips through our hands, we keep |
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What slips through our hands, we keep |
