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There's a castle burning, fallen is the bridge |
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There's a good smell inside, water will not switch |
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So let it run in silence, let the flames their ways |
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Sometimes you'll remember the smokie summerdays |
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Celebration in a new day's dawn |
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The line of black boxes march along |
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Kiss their hands, don't wait to make a try |
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To touch souls on journey to the sky - goodbye |
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My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free |
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Talks in things |
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I see, in my fantasy |
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Hurting down from fever deep below |
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Pissdrop-silence in the new year snow |
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I sense a warm ray, don't let it end |
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Yellow snow is in my mouth and in my hand - |
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I sense you, man |
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My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free |
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Talks in things |
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I see, in my fantasy |
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And all day it is the same |
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I see Castles burning, hold the lights for me |
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In the shadow, care to steer your flight |
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You know spiders spin their cobwebs so tight - |
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I fight, I die |
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My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free |
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Talks in things |
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I see, in my fantasy |
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My wine walks with me, where |
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I go to be |
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Walks and talks with me, in sick harmony |
