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[ti:Beginning to Fade] |
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[ar:Django Django] |
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[al:Born Under Saturn] |
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Beginning to Fade - Django Django |
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Mantras are falling through ceiling good morning |
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Words that are snatched and weighed under |
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I'm yawning |
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Dollars confusing they multitude blurring |
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The feeling that something's not right |
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You've wallowed all up the things that you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze |
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Say aye got that light up this what you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's say haze |
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Seems the grail meets as there greets is where |
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Hundreds of stories worth told before open doors |
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Close the doors corners of pages have folded down |
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Left around beginning to fade in the sun |
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Got that light up this what you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze |
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Say aye got that light up this what you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze |
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Say aye got that light up this what you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze |
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Say aye got that light up this what you found |
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Gun in my lap melody the ones that condescend |
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And falls away like a dog from yesterday's haze |
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Say aye |
