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I'm riding on a train, well you know |
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Cute girl in an English hat |
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Why'd it have to rain like that? |
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And in pulling off her scarf I let go |
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It floated like a wounded bird |
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Her mouth the shape of Spanish words |
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Well, you know I think I can |
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Vanish with the evening rust |
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Join the ghost that haunted us |
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Well, you know I think I am |
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Heroic in a failing way |
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For some of us it goes that way |
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And in another place while I slept |
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Nothing gave and nothing changed |
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Every day was more the same |
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Once upon that hill we came to |
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We stretched and leaned and threw some chairs |
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The moonlight in your dark black hair |
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Well, you know I think I can |
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Vanish with the evening rust |
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Join the ghost that haunted us |
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Well, you know I think I am |
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Heroic in a failing way |
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For some of us it goes that way |
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Dulce et decorum est, my dear |
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It's sweet it's right, there's nothing for you here here |
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When someone lets you down you free fall |
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To that bigger hand around your wrist |
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You'll swear you never wanted this |
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Well, you know I think I can |
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Vanish with the evening rust |
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Join the ghost that haunted us |
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Well, you know I think I am |
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Heroic in a failing way |
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For some of us it goes that way |
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Dulce et decorum est, my dear |
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It's sweet it's right, there's nothing for you here here |
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Now I'm pouring something cold down my throat |
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And I'm thinking about you and me |
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Once we had a drink or two or three |
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But those cold and autumn stars refused |
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We were swimming in that frozen lake |
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Our eyes the sound that sirens make |
