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Listening down the pause |
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Now I can play at odds |
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I can feel your car lights |
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Narrowing past the bend |
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Now I can take a stand |
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Falling for the last times |
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And you ask if I've a sermon |
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Holier virgins |
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Disappearing invites |
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And you ask if I'm in danger |
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Holier saviour |
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Love amongst the last rights |
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Syphoning throough the fog |
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Wonder if there's a god |
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I can feel their car lights |
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Peeling of vaseline |
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Now don't you make a scene |
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Glares of frozen joy rides |
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And you ask if I've a corner |
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Holy adorner |
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Must reveal the end-times |
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And you ask if I would hurt you |
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Holier curfews |
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Simulate the insides |
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If you want me as a vulture |
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I'll pretend |
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Why must I feel the end, again |
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If the verdicts never start in my defence |
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Why must I feel the end, again |
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Again |
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All descend |
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We can feel the end, again |
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I'll descend |
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We can feel the end, again |
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I'll descend |
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We can feel the end, again |
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All descend |
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We can feel the end, again |
