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I have written enough as enough to sing for a song of remembering |
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Everything moves everyone?s laughing, moving through the city of passing |
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I?ve written enough, enough for a while, |
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I have written enough, enough for a while |
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And everything moves, we are the past, |
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everything moves, but outside these photographs, |
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everything dies, the cycles of time, |
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everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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Oo oo oo oo |
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I remember the streets, I remember these faces, going through the ever ages |
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In these ever machines, crowdin? |
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the streets, there must be some kind of factory where |
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the angels are made, to just be replaced, |
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I have written enough, enough for today |
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And everything moves, we are the past, |
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everything moves, but outside these photographs, |
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everything dies, the cycles of time, |
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everyone is passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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(Guitar Solo) |
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Passing, passing through |
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And everything moves, we are the past, |
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everything moves, but outside these photographs, |
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everything dies, the cycles of time, |
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everyone is passing, passing, |
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passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing, passing through |
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Oo oo, |
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Passing, passing through |
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Oo, oo |
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Passing, passing through |
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Oo, oo |
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Through a song of remembering |
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Oo, oo |
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A song of remembering |
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Oo, oo |
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Oo, oo |
