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First born carry promise of the old born |
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You're the same but somehow different |
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They're the produce of the lie |
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It breaks in and you never see it come then |
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Seems like every of them moan there |
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Like a secret you can't tell |
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And you get carried away, carried away |
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Carried away, carried away |
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I've been thousand years into the future |
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Almost nothing of it seemed sure |
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Things so rarely stay the same |
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Right here in this bad and simple seconds |
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Leaving out all of your best guesses |
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Someone's calling out your name |
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And you get carried away, carried away |
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Carried away, carried away |
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Teach me to know my number of day |
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Hold out my heart from getting carried |
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Teach me to know my number of days |
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Hold out my heart from getting carried |
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Teach me to know my number of days |
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Hold out my heart from getting carried |
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Carried away |
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Carried away, carried away |