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If I was listen to I'd turn back |
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Give up on my reasons |
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Forgive up the past |
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You think I'd swallow that? |
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Bearing weight in ceilings |
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Just to stop and ask of Thora Zine |
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Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine |
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They give you this |
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They take away that |
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Thora Zine |
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There'll be no others |
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There'll be no long lost friends |
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Empty on the insides |
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Empty of a last pretense |
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To stand by on feeling of the end |
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So many lives |
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A runaway life |
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So many lies |
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When they locked you up they shut me out |
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Gave me the key so I could ahow you round |
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You were not allowed |
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Omens of the daydream |
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But caught as you're bound in Thora Zine |
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Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thora Zine |
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They give you this |
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They take away that |
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Thora Zine |
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There'll be no rallies |
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There'll be no long lost friends |
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Caught on a spotlight running out of present tense |
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To fix by an feeling of an end |
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So many lives |
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A runaway life |
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Please come back |
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Please come back |
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Please come back pale horse |
