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There's a man with a face like sorrow |
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Now he's gone for good |
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How could anyone hold you without feeling good? |
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There's a shop where the thoughts that |
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I borrow Swim around my head like snow |
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How could anyone ignore you? |
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So play on, play on, play on |
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The skies are made vermillion |
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We're singing in a concrete star |
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Oh we're all just castles in the cards |
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There's a hope in my blood when |
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I see you |
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I hear crashing drums |
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How could any other language hope to lead me on? |
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Little sparks in the puddles shoot like darts at all the things we might be you and me and time itself is frozen |
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So play on, play on, play on |
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The skies are made vermillion |
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We're killing all the saints tonight |
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Oh play on, you shadows of the light |
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So play on, play on, play on |
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The skies are made vermillion |
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If all I was was all |
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I felt Then the sun itself would start to melt |
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Into waterfalls pouring down like song |
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Oh play on |
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So play on, play on, play on |
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The skies are made vermillion |
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Killing all the saints tonight |
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Oh we're all just dancers in the night |