| Dry as you are, crippled leaves, snipped at your prime no longer breathes
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| Your fragrance is faint to my nose, wish I could paint what no longer grows
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| Where you stood is a mystery to me, the dead carnation is all I see
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| I’m beginning to understand
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| I’m getting wiser every day
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| This country is not United and the Kingdom’s past away
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| Shall we start all over again, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Bleaching light of the moon, clears just streets into my room
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| The dark cloak of paranoia feels warm just to annoy you
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| Stop longing for how it used be, stop looking for how it’s gonna be
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| I’m beginning to understand
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| I’m getting wiser every day
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| This country is not United and the Kingdom’s past away
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| Shall we start all over again, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| The keys is timing, don’t do what they want
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| No matter what you’re revealing, don’t do what they want
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| Don’t get low, don’t let go
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| X12 times
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| Don’t get low, don’t let go !
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| Don’t get low, don’t let go !
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| Oooooohoohhhohh |