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By the roadside shrine there's a place |
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Selling bouquets of cellophane |
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That's where they meet in this desolate place |
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And the more they see |
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the more they say |
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Thrown like two winter roses |
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into a broken vase |
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They're playing the hand they play |
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Caught in the game they made |
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She puts her faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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He puts his faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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And his clothes are covered in dew |
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As she writhes in twisted sheets |
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Feel the pulse and the power of you |
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And what you see isn't what's underneath |
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They're playing the hand they play |
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Caught in the game they made |
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She puts her faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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He puts his faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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She puts her faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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He puts his faith in the moment |
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Outsiders |
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Outsiders |
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