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There were too many years |
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Under spells awry |
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As the fortune appears |
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It begins to die |
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So I've come here to wait |
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For the end of it all |
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'Till I'm gone from here |
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I'm gone from here |
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Children of the grounds |
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Are making warring sounds |
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For those outside |
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With no care for time |
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They're full of love for life |
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Mother calling out |
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To bring the end around |
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We weren't quite done |
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She blames it on the sun |
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We're raised in a town |
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Where they jump on your back and sing |
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Leave an imprint on your shoulder blades |
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Wanna walk away |
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We're not all the same in this town |
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We're raised in a town |
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Where they jump on your back like children |
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And they need you now and they will leave you now |
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And we're all undone in this town |
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And we're all undone in this town |
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There were too many years |
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Under spells awry |
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As the fortune appears |
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It begins to die |
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So I've come here to wait |
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For the end of it all |
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'Till I'm gone from here |
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I'm gone from here |
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I'm gone |
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I'm gone |
