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Through your seed to the Sun |
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You haven't yet worm |
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And thay made it, they made it, they made it |
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And you don't |
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All they look like you have to |
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And they are lonely |
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They seem real, they seem real they seem real and you don't |
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'and you calling backs of London this will spread this |
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Don't you want an 'where you soul is sold for money |
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I know you'll be waiting yeah on the road |
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Where you belong |
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So your hard go to sun |
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You're rolling has on dawn |
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You'll need me, you'll need me then you don't |
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Ooh I'm gonna catch you after all, they are lonely little ghost |
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You see me, you see me, you see me, |
