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Aaa, ooo |
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Ten mountains stand tall, nine seasons since fall |
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Eight eons of sand, seven oceans began |
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Now there is none, no more light from the sun |
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Now waters run free, no more fish in the sea |
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One more name on the slate |
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One less minute to wait |
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Too busy to see two versions of me |
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One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try |
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One more name on the slate |
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One less minute to wait |
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Too busy to see two versions of me |
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One more bottle is dry, one less reason to try |
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Six feet underneath five fingers don't reach |
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Four seconds it seems for all of our dreams |
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Three oceans away two children at play |
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Too busy to see two versions of me |
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Two versions of me |
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Two versions of me |
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Two versions of me |
