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If you've seen the markings of a great pretender |
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Try to read his mind, a cryptic code |
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If you've seen the darling eyes of a grand escaper |
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Try to untie him, his hands are bound together |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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Grand rush |
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Did he leave you in your sleep, he was rebel and drooping |
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Why did they cry only attend with grow swooping |
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Does he hunt you with his call, a siren in the storm |
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A bait that you hate for the crawling creature you become |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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Grand rush |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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Grand rush |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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Well, love's spectator is a tragedy's created |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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ANOTHER SHINY GOLD STAR RUNS FOR THE SUN |
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Grand rush |