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Put me back in the cold |
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I'm going to Antarctica |
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It feels like these days |
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Our old meeting place |
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In an LA cafe |
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Off on the Serengeti |
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The hunt has now begun |
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Cause I am tired of you taking from me |
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And I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree |
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I am not the one to turn into a laurel wreath |
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For the last time you have crossed my |
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Crossed my line |
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You could never see, never see |
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Apollo's frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm |
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Apollo, your frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as your sister's |
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That your light shined on |
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How can you think you've won |
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When there can be no winners |
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The soul has been lost |
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Of the bow and quiver |
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Do you remember |
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Well, I remember |
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Amid the clashing of swords |
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I'm losing you in my rear view |
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And I have called the Shekhina in |
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And the nine fold and a few other friends |
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You and your predators were warned |
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If the cubs were drawn in for the last time |
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You would officially cross my line |
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You could never see, never see |
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Apollo's frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm |
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Apollo, your frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as your sister |
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Apollo, your frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm |
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Apollo, your frock |
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Was always as beautiful |
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Always as beautiful as your sister's |
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That your light shined on |
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End. |
