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I had a dream when I saw it was weak |
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But the changing of life seems to move me |
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Seasons of guide in a song on a time |
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Under things that are really confusing |
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Help me to find in your face in the crowd |
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Help me now, let me find my big giving |
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I tried and I'm trying but the thoughts keep inside |
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He can struck but my future is bending |
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Just a smile, just clampsys in fear |
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I need the touch of a hand |
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Fanting she's caught with the shadow of doubt |
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Too late for the law that I found |
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Dirty old town, what's your name what you're doing |
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Dirty old town, won't you leave them alone |
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Dirty old town, it's a shame what you're thinking |
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Don't give a hand, let it be |
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Dirty old town, can't you see in the future |
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Dirty old town, don't need in your name |
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Oh I hear songs you're telling the gods |
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Don't let the guide slip away, slip away |
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I wonder in man in a valley of flames |
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In a dream that's slowing unwending |
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The season of guide in a song with no rhyme |
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On a thought that is really unending |
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I found in your face and I found in your mind |
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And I dont really need my big giving |
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Too late for your souls and your stories untold |
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Turn the page for the pucks that's reading |
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Just a smile, just a clampsys in fear |
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No need for the touch of a hand |
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Fanting she's caught with the shadow of dawn |
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Too late for the lawn that you found |
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Dirty old town, what's your name what you're doing |
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Dirty old town, won't leave them alone |
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Dirty old town, it's a shame what you're thinking |
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Don't take a hand, let it be |
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Dirty old town, can't you see in the future |
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Dirty old town, don't need for your name |
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Oh I hear songs you're telling for gods |
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Don't let the guide slip away, slip away |
