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Time to hit the road |
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As every star above our head explodes, |
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Raining down on desert dust( |
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Its hard to call your name |
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When every time I do, I see your face |
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A serenade for haunted love |
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Oh Lydia, Lydia |
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I guess I never saw the signs |
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We live in troubled times |
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I never knew, Lydia, |
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I never read between the lines |
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We live in troubled times |
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We live in troubled times |
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Drowning in the crowd |
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Be careful not to think too much, too loud |
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Be careful what you wish for |
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I can't stop these crying eyes |
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Maybe its the thinking mind that lies |
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And tells us that its over |
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Over |
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Oh Lydia, Lydia |
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I guess I never saw the signs |
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We live in troubled times |
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I never knew, Lydia |
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I never read between the lines |
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We live in troubled times |
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We live in troubled times |
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Lydia, Lydia, Lydia lies |
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Oh Lydia, Lydia |
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I guess I never saw the signs |
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We live in troubled times |
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I never knew, Lydia |
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I never read between the lines |
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We live in troubled times |
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We live in troubled times |
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We live in troubled times |
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Its over |
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Its over |
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Its over |
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Its over |
