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Ok, and for a start, |
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There was a craft sale of the heart... |
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Where things are made and things are sold |
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And returned into the gold from whence they came... |
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And I said |
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I would come... |
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And you said you'd come too... |
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Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... |
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I'm sewing wings on |
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This thing... |
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Every time |
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I try to speak your language a new part of me lives... |
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So I said |
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I would start something and you'd start something too... |
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Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... |
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I'm sewing wings on |
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This thing... |
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How can we not be so territorial, when everyone's in love with the land? |
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So I said |
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I would go there, and you said you'd go too... |
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Hey, rock n roll's not through (yet)... |
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I'm sewing wings on |
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This thing... |
