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Seven lonely sinners on a one way track |
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They are all full of words going on for nothing |
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Seven lonely highways baved in dusty old black |
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So it's easy for us to leave just words bellow us |
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Pretty green leaves above us |
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We can see magic everywhere |
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But our bodies we won't need them when we're there |
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Seven white sage bundles |
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I have wrapped up with strings |
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Just to know everything will get better |
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Seven white holly diamonds only you and |
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I ever wear |
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When we know everything here is over |
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The pretty green leaves above us |
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We can see magic everywhere, magic everywhere |
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Our bodies we won't need them we we're there |
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The pretty green leaves above us |
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We can see magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic everywhere |
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Magic Magic |
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Magic Magic |
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Magic Magic |
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Magic Magic |
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Magic Magic |
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Magic Our bodies we won't need them we we're there |
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Our bodies we won't need them we we're there |
