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[Verse:] |
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So we already wrecked through the reservoir |
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And I've already lost my way |
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But feel entoombed in this cursed bar |
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For a day, anyway |
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So lay me out in the cover storm |
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And infer this aching jib |
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The streets are built on ancient bones |
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And the crib are the? |
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[Chorus:] |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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While the mistral blow away |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow |
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[Verse 2:] |
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So it's me and you and the baby boy |
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And a thorn to shed the wait |
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Reeking out the little joy |
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What a waste that we stayed |
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[Chorus:] |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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While the mistral blow away |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow |
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[Instrumental] |
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[Chorus:] |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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While the mistral blow away |
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While the mistral blow it all away |
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Won't it blow, won't it blow, won't it blow |
