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Laid a truck on my back, I'm just let here waiting |
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Left again bye my friends, God no let alone |
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Swift me ..., hit me running |
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I'm just fixing eighting |
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Left it all and swear apart |
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God know I'm afraid |
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Feels your boots, score and shut |
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Rolling down the avane |
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You've became a little insane, a little bit acide |
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Swept was calling it's your sould, not to wait in chain |
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Now the finel inspect shining |
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Swet hearts acting in pain |
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And let the drums sing over |
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From me I'll keep you waiting |
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Gonna feel you over or you feeling just the same |
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Let the drums sing over |
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From me I'll keep you waiting |
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Gonna feel you over or you feeling just the same |
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Shine and light I just might hang our with your shadow |
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Be your plane, I'm callin gon straight |
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Faster then the sun |
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Now and then it's your head rolling past my ... |
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Here the tongue kept our own |
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God knows I know one |
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And let the drums sing over |
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From me I'll keep you waiting |
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Gonna feel you over or you feeling just the same |
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Let the drums sing over |
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From me I'll keep you waiting |
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Gonna feel you over or you feeling just the same |
