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We invent new words |
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Just, so that we can use them |
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There's shadows hanging over me now |
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It's on the leyline waiting |
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When the magic comes |
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And the shit subsides |
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Then you're on your way |
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And our ship sets sail |
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To the harbour cries |
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To the crossroads where |
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You make it sound so right |
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But for the kiss I'm missing |
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You're right it's hot and cold now |
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And that becomes our distance |
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When the magic comes |
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And the shit subsides |
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Then you're on your way |
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And our ship sets sails |
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To the harbour cries |
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On a leyline where |
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If I could find it in a shop |
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You know I'd have to buy it |
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Some people buy a church |
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But moribund will find them |
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When the magic comes |
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And the shit subsides |
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Then you're on your way |
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And our ship sets sail |
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To the harbour cries |
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To the crossroads where |
