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Take photographs, take all your memories |
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We've got some packing to do, we've got some packing to do. |
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And my jaw aches, repetition. |
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Take all your dreams, take all that's left to see |
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Write it down, sign your name, go ahead and leave |
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There's nothing left to lose. |
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Ooooohhh. |
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The clouds rip through the sky like dynamite |
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To my surprise it was a beautiful sight |
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With our hands open wide |
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And I can't hide the truth as well as you |
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Singing woah, singing woah. |
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Take photographs, take all your memories |
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We've got some packing to do, we've got some packing to do. |
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And my jaw aches, Repetition |
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Take all your dreams, take all that's left to see |
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Write it down, sign your name, go ahead and leave |
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There's nothing left to lose. |
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Ooooohh. |
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I've got all of these dreams |
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That no one cares to know about |
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Cares to dream about like me. |
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All these memories haunting me, seeking control. |
