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Before the time of the morning sandman |
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I can find my way around |
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Soon be here at the borderline I guess |
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Armageddon coming down |
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And here lies a pretty state again |
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It's time to make a move on |
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here |
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And it's not a day too soon |
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Firelight, the light of love, burns |
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Turns to ashes in your hand |
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So to bed by the morning light I guess |
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I'm awake and understand |
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Set sail for St. Petersburg |
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Making use of my time |
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here |
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And it's not a day too soon |
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Head out to a better life |
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I can get a job, settle down |
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I'm full of love, of a full of feeling |
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I can't stand the here and now |
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Leave town for pity's sake you know |
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It's time to make a move on |
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here |
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And it's not a day too soon |
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Yeah, three days I'll be out of here |
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And it's not a day too soon |
