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There was a boy |
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I almost knew him |
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A glance exchanged |
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Made me feel good |
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Leaving some signs |
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Now a legend |
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The dream was wrought |
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Where thoughts were heard |
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Love is reserved |
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From previous times |
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Like a dead bird in the dirt |
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Like a rusty can on the ground |
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I don't believe in stardom |
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Machinery in action |
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Full of experts |
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Full of experts |
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Same old order |
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Same old order |
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Same old order |
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Watch with obsession |
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Some accident of beauty |
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Try to capture |
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As the light begins to fail |
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Shapes to compose |
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Shadows of frailty |
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The dream is better |
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Dissolves into softness |
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But the end, the end |
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Is always the same |
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Like a dead bird in the dirt |
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Like a rusty can on the ground |
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I don't believe in stardom |
|
Machinery in action |
|
Full of experts |
|
Full of experts |
|
Same old order |
|
Same old order |
|
Same old order |
|
There was a boy |
|
I almost knew him |
|
A glance exchanged |
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Made me feel good |
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Leaving some signs |
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Now a legend |
