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Fields of gold |
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I haven't found |
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Except that eye |
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Against you |
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Trapped to the cloud |
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I give you all |
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That knings have made |
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Against you |
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Trapped to the clouds |
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It's raining tears |
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You've catched it all |
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In your mouth |
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I'm swelling fears |
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Scars and regrets |
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Enough to rise |
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A mountain |
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Please friend, Please shot me down |
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I am the plague |
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Oh, please friend, Please shot me down |
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I am the plague |
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I'm not a saint |
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I'm not a friend |
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I'm just a stone |
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In your shoe |
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I hold you back |
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Behind the line |
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Living outside |
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Of your dreams |
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I have enough |
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Living in town |
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The smell of pee |
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In summer |
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How can you stand |
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Eating cement |
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They draw a bunk |
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In your heart |
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Well off coast |
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We mean around |
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They've lost their moods |
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To the ground |
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They're digging in |
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And digging out |
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Unspoken words |
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Of the past |
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Please friend, Please shot me down |
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I am the plague |
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Oh, please friend, Please shot me down |
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I am the plague |
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When you look somebody down of your worst time |
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Somebody has to go but how |
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Fields of gold |
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Far lowing land |
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Still sleeping out |
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Out of reach |
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Have to go back |
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To my live town |
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Nothing but gold |
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In my back |
