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Clouds roll by |
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Reeling is what they say |
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Or is it just my way? |
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Wind blows by, low light |
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Side-tracked, low light |
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Can't see my tracks, your scent-way back |
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Can I be here all alone? |
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Clear a path to my home |
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Blood runs dry |
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Books and jealousy tell me wrong |
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All I feel, calm |
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Voice blows by, low light |
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Car crash, low light |
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Can't wear my mask, your first, my last |
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Voice goes by |
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Two birds is what they'll see |
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Getting lost upon their way |
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Wind rolls by, low light |
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Eye sight, low light |
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I need the light |
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I'll find my way from wrong, what's real? |
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The dream I see |
