| Sleep on the left side
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| Leave the right side free
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| Hope gets salted
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| As those around you leave
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| We’re gonna let it up like India House on fire
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| We’re gonna let it go And let it go higher
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| Let it go Sleep on the left side
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| Houcam is our call
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| We’re gonna take it That virgin fall
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| There’s gonna be some
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| When we let it up And let it breathe
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| And all the holes
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| Doused with grief
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| And planets up And time to leave
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| No Asian fire
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| Will leave us dyre
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| Born again to Asian #lion#
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| There comes no telling
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| How it will be What’s turned to smoke
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| Was in our hearts
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| And planets up What we have lost
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| Foot racing from kitchens
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| Down alleys through gulleys
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| Meeting every second hour
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| Never to come to terms with?
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| Foot racing to Putabin Key
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| 'cause there’s too much going on To jeer on green goddesses, local dignitaries and labor? |
| counselors?
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| Always #in touch# by #way of# the community organ? |
| we’re about to be #orphaned#
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| Sleep on the left side
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| Keep the sword hand free
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| Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is Gone nu be For the 7th time
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| WithOUT, tumbling disyre
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| Easy dizease
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| We’re gonna let it known
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| And let it go slow, let it go Sleep on the left side
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| Sleep on the left side
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| Some sounds
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| Some #burdens#
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| #Can# release
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| Some sounds
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| Some #burdens#
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| #Can# release
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| Some sounds
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| Some #burdens#
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| Sleep on the left side |