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All the miles of glory really nothing to me |
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It's all our love here, we are invisible again |
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Imagine how it goes, |
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I believe in sweet surrender |
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And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever |
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No, I won't ever ask for your surrender |
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No religion and choruses again |
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But it won't leave me desolate and angry |
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Are there no poets in politics again |
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See the window upon the free world closing slowly |
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And poor men crawl upon your bony knees again |
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Imagine how it goes, |
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I believe in sweet surrender |
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And searching for so long, it will stay with me forever |
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No I won't ever ask for your surrender |
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Holy roller and passion played again |
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On this day that |
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I don't care to remember |
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No religion and choruses again |
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Imagine how it goes, |
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I believe in sweet surrender |
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I feel lost as a dying rose in embers |
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No religion and choruses again |
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No, I won't ever ask for your surrender |
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Are there no poets in politics again |
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No I won't ever ask for your surrender |
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Holy roller and passion played again |
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On this day that |
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I don't care to remember |