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Consider green lakes |
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And the idiocy of clocks |
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Someone shot nostalgia in the back |
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Someone shot our innocence |
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And all our colors have run |
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A broken arrow in a bloody pool |
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The wound in the face |
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Of midnight proposals |
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Someone shot nostalgia in the back |
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Someone shot our innocence |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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All our dreams have melted down |
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We are hiding in the bushes |
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From dead men |
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Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts |
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All our stories burnt |
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Our films lost in the rushes |
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We can't paint any pictures |
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As the moon had all our brushes |
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Extracting wasps from stings in flight |
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Who killed Mr. Moonlight? |
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Extracting wasps from stings in flight |
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Who killed Mr. Moonlight? |
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Extracting wasps from stings in flight |
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Who killed Mr. Moonlight? |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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In the shadow of his smile |
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Who killed Mr. Moonlight? |
