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Summer rains are here |
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Savaged beauty life |
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Falling here from grace |
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Sister feeling call |
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Cruising land to land |
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No faith no creed no soul |
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Half a world away |
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Beauty sleeps in time |
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Sound and fury play |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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Cry, because you're young |
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Governments and gifts |
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Hearts are in our mouths |
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Thank you for the voice |
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Thank you for the eyes |
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Thank you for the good times |
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Golden guns and cars |
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Styles and motorcades |
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In screaming beauty days |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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Only winds that twist |
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When white money calls |
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Falling here from grace |
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White eye movement trust |
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Parades are leaving town |
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When boys of Venice call |
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In all stations trust |
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In all stations soul |
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Sons and fascination |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
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My son, warm land, semi-monde |
