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The evening light still pale |
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I went out to the mail |
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My movements like a snail |
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Apologies from a friend |
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I'm spread out so thin |
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It's time to start again |
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Greetings from the walking wounded |
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Did you just see what the moon did? |
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Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me |
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Went away but |
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I'm not forgetting |
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Far enough from |
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Armageddon |
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Maybe, maybe only |
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I can see |
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So what are you dying for? |
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The place ain't there no more |
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It's been gutted to the core |
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So take your tragedies |
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And send them off to me |
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With your apologies |
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Greetings from the walking wounded |
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Did you just see what the moon did? |
|
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me |
|
Went away but |
|
I'm not forgetting |
|
Far enough from |
|
Armageddon |
|
Maybe, maybe only |
|
I can see |
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Maybe its something only |
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I can see |
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Maybe only |
|
I can see |
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Maybe its something only |
|
I can see |
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Maybe only |
|
I can see |
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Greetings from the walking wounded |
|
Did you just see what the moon did? |
|
Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me |
|
Went away but |
|
I'm not forgetting |
|
Far enough from |
|
Armageddon |
|
Maybe, maybe only |
|
I can see |
|
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Maybe only |
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I can see, only |
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I can see |
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Maybe only |
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I can see, only |
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I can see |
