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Wind a golden wire around my crown |
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This lazy life, yeah, gaze on by |
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Weigh the chains and now my air is going |
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'cause i'm running down |
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Running down my way |
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Say when my days are through |
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Every sundown sweeps on by |
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Ailerons and fire roads |
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Will cut their way to somewhere |
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The junk will settle from the storm that's mine |
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If the future has a story, then let it happen faster |
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'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should |
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'cause i may have found |
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There's a way to light a candle, yeah |
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Only taken from those nights and you know |
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That they don't ever live long |
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I may be alright saturday and |
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There are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff |
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And i feel that i am getting high |
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Getting high |
