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Nobody stays beautiful |
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No, but we could have not been |
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Nobody knows quite where we are |
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On behalf of what we |
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Walk through a window loft(?) |
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We tap over wasted cities |
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Walls of the nation to break free |
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From this upper hand of |
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Walls of the reckless and the cross(?) |
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If you said you loved me |
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Maybe if you say you're |
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Father and number one believer |
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Find me an arrow until I will be breaking at you(?) |
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Falling in place right, the sun, a thing I will never see again |
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Making it rise, make it |
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Tumble over and I'll believe it |
