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Don't you see some sights darling |
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Don't you see some sights |
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Never start a fight |
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When you're blinded by the sun |
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Golden leaves and bright mornings |
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Don't you see some sights |
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Falling beams of light |
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Now I'm blinded by the sun |
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Enough |
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Too much |
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You're cold |
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Singing we are not machines |
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There is blood beneath our skin |
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I could hear the choir sing |
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As the darkness settled in |
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Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god |
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You seemed much colder |
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As I lay on your sofa |
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And I made my hands |
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Into a four leaf clover |
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And you say you love me |
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But I think you say that a lot |
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Just for one second time stopped |
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Enough |
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Too much |
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You're cold |
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Singing we are not machines |
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There is blood beneath our skin |
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I could hear the choir sing |
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As the darkness settled in |
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Going home |
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And I just can't wait anymore |
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While I pick up my heart |
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From your bedroom floor |
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Going home |
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And I just can't take anymore |
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Going home |
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And I just can't take anymore |
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While I pick up my heart |
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From your bedroom floor |
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Going home |
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And I just can't take anymore |
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We are not machines |
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We are not machines |
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We are not machines |
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We are not machines |
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We are echoing the eternal dreamers |
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Singing we are not machines |
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There is blood beneath our skin |
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I could hear the choir sing |
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As the darkness settled in |
