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We danced down on the sand |
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Was least a million bands |
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There was something about the light |
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From the fires on the shore |
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To Darin at the Troubador |
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Holding us in his hand that night |
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It's just not your moment |
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'Cause that moment is gone |
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It's just not your moment |
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Now the light has moved on |
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The smell of Heaven sent |
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Was everywhere you went |
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But sweet blues went straight to hell |
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Goodbye my go-go girls |
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My aggravation pearls |
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Hear the echo in the shell |
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This is just not your moment |
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I hear Paris is now |
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It's just not your moment |
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They're all criminals now |
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It's just not your moment |
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'Cause the moment is gone |
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It's just not your moment |
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Now the light has moved on |
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The last time that we kissed |
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How you say, en parlance |
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You won't be sorely missed, no |
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This is just not your moment |
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I hear Paris is now |
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It's just not your moment |
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They're all criminals now |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
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Gun to my head, got to get moving |
