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This perfect day |
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We make our way to the end of it |
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With perfect grace |
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I lay my head in your lap and walk away |
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These days are sweet and strange |
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We're happy in our star-scattered way |
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Always |
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In this my life |
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In this my life as a ghost |
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In this my life |
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My happy life as a ghost |
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I've been lifting out the stains from the stones |
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Planting flowers where you'll never find my bones |
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Seven sisters seven stars shooting home |
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Shouts and whispers of a better fight in better times |
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A day for the sweet and strange |
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Or happy in some star-shattered way |
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Our way |
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In this my life |
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In this my life as a ghost |
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In this my life |
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My happy life as a ghost |
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This perfect day |
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I lay my shield at your feet and beg to stay |
