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remember back when seasons don't change |
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late december winds bringin pain, back to me... |
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and i've been closing these doors for days |
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the sky is fallin down on my grave... |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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south pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey, |
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these angels got me talking again, jump slowly |
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gently as the breakin waves, i'm flying, |
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the tide closing in on my face... |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |
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oh are we gonna make it? |