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Of all the people I've known |
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This one, you, you really hit home |
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Half a dozen of one thing |
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And a decade of another |
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You tried to change the time |
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When you stole it from your mother |
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I'd put my hat on my head if I had one |
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Lord knows what he's got in store |
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Everything is shaped by a cross |
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And you'd do as easy as the next one |
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Better open my eyes now |
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Everything at the door |
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Best keep my eyes closed |
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I want to see the lights of Elenore |
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Of all the people left unknown |
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You taught me how to be alone |
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Elenore Moth-god, daughter of the hot-rod |
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Light like liquid moss covers up |
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The gray hard rock |
