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Here she comes |
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All she sees she keeps |
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No one gonna take it away |
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Her eyes are young and old |
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The kind that ancients sold |
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To celebrate a victory |
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The trail she leaves |
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Is dark, doubt and dread |
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And all the mouths she's ever fed |
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Round, round, round like the world she turns |
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It's a playback stuck inside your head |
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Yeah, I see you for the first time |
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And baby I just wanna leave |
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Yeah, I know you it's the last time |
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I'm all messed up |
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I got nothing to take your place |
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There's a past she keeps |
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In a depression jar |
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She opens like a secret cave |
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Who she was before |
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And what her life's become |
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Is built upon the love she craves |
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I'm going down down down |
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There's nothing here |
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And baby you can't |
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Hold me up |
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I'm going down down down |
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Even deeper still |
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'Cause this world has gotten so ****ed up |
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Yeah, I see you for the first time |
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And baby I just wanna leave |
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Yeah, I know you it's the last time |
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I'm all messed up |
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I got nothing to take your place |
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Yeah take your place |
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Yeah, I see you for the first time |
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And baby I just wanna leave |
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Yeah, I know you it's the last time |
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I'm all messed up |
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I got nothing to take your place |
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Yeah take your place |
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Yeah take your place |
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Yeah take your place |
