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Penny black it's on it's over |
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Watch the framing falls |
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In the cracks where mind falls slower |
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When we flush for gold |
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Turn the screw and hand worth five points |
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Fingers top the sun |
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Taking too the every little coin |
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When all we earn is one |
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Every step moves forward |
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Every step moves, every step moves |
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Braces for cold minds |
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I trace my own lines |
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I wait in low lights |
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Until I find |
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Bits of the old place |
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Familiar cold ways |
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Distant and on the quiet hill |
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You know the kind |
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Nearly awake and pulled in pieces |
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Quiet doesn't good |
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And in sight the north increases |
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As you know it should |
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Every step moves forward |
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Every step moves, every step moves |
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Every step moves forward |
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Every step moves, every step moves |
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So precious this kill spree |
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Our love is divided |
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So marching love unseen |
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When it's unsighted |
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All cold and no distinction |
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Nothing on the skin |
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All told in all depictions |
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Only loved to live |
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The search is sanctified |
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We find it side by side |
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The search is sanctified |
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We find it side by side |
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The search is sanctified |
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We find it side by side |
