| Precious dear, you’re on your way through the silver rain
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| 40 moons and alcohol couldn’t change a thing
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| Frozen ghosts ain’t got no hope — can’t learn to sing
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| Don’t wait too long or you might get gone on a flowery spring
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| Sleeping like a rolled out score
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| On temper’s blown a square eyed man looking over you
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| Televised you cracked a smile through your super suit
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| Mary haze please rescue me, it’s boring here
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| On the way to gone, now always takes to long ain’t it hard for you
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| Sleeping like a rolled out score
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| Super beam of light shone down to guide your path
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| Terrorized, you glamorized how long it could last …
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| I understand there’s no sticking to some lifeless thriil
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| On the way to gone, now always takes to long ain’t it hard for you
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| Sleeping like a rolled out score
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| Sleeping at the devil’s door
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| My love for her was hung at noon to no surprise
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| Yeah, no one blinked and no one cried so no one lied
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| A box of life in deadly ground no wedding ring
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| Don’t wait too long or you might get gone on flowery spring
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| Sleeping like a rolled out score
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| Sleeping at the devil’s door |