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I was just another west-coast maximalist exploring the blues, |
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Ignoring the news from the front where they're taking her children away. |
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Taking them where they wanna go: |
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Tall ships made of snow invading the sun. |
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Some people call me ' |
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Angel' on their deathbed, in a dream. |
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That's right, the |
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Czar's father thought things could've gone differntly |
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Last night, but they didn't... |
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And I couldn't bear to follow you there, where trauma exists in the sky. 20th |
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Century Masters welcome these disasters, and so do |
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I. But, no! |
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Oh baby, please don't go up into it! |
