| Looks like the song of faith
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| Could not bring you down
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| He had to try other places
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| But I’m sure you’ll figure it out
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| Wind it goes in from the cold
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| Call me to the south
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| Two years we couldn’t last
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| And it explains itself
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| Everybody loves
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| Yet that’s love that brings you down
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| Drink him up and hold him up for me
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| He loved me but it’s over now
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| I was looking at the motion magazine
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| I was dreamning we were lying down
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| In the dream we were close to 17
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| Never stronger (?), never down
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| The next thing you will find to love you
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| That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
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| You feed me fast like a stag in the (?)
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| Even though I’m not around
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| It’s time you call on me
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| I swear I’ll figure it out
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| I spend (?)speaking all slow
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| My mind in deep red cloud
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| Each day I come round the station
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| See you’re not around
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| In the station men (?)
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| Or don’t you know by now?
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| Every body loves
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| Yet I’m still around somehow
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| Yeah, you’re going places
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| Oh, baby got the same old sounds
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| Sweet talking, low doping daddy
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| From a hight delivers down
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| I see you getting old on the road now
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| But the old is head of crowd
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| And now that you’re not here
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| He relies on his lonesome sound
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| And I know dear you can hear instantly
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| Even though he’s not around
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| Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
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| Let keep it
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| Oh, keep it
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| Go on, go on |