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There's a dull pain deep in my head again |
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A splinter of wisdom between |
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The sheets the days and his holiness |
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It's all on oh it's all gone |
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Thankfully when i took the floor |
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There was nothing underneath |
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But the system is here and it's loaded |
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With the cost of empty grief |
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I saw it on your sleeve |
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Oh the time |
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Oh if you have time |
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Time to sing and play |
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Oh i wish it was good |
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The invitation comes with a bullet head |
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And lashings of another belief |
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The priest his god and his fatherland |
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You lost it oh you lost it well |
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Sand dunes and pinafores |
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Cast out on the rail |
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But the reason arrived and it's costly |
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With your friends on the rise |
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I left it all behind |
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Oh the time |
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If you have you have time |
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Time to sing and play |
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I wish it was good |
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Believe me when my head is in the clouds |
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Believe me when my hands are weaker now |
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Believe me when each song is another trial |
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Believe me.... |
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Oh the time |
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If you have you have time |
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Time to sing and play |
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I wish it was good |
