| A hundred birds, flying circles
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| Round and round my bed
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| I’m getting old
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| All this silver and gold, I can’t help myself
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| Bouquets past bloom
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| Hold a picture in your head if flowers still mean anything to you
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| Can you hear it, the distant grinding?
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| Where’s my car even driving?
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| I can’t believe my motherfucking timing
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| Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
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| I was a hallway with all the doors closed
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| Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
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| I closed my eyes and I gave up control
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| This room has snapped cold
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| And I’d leave if it weren’t for my view of the road
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| A bouquet past bloom
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| And I swear I hear it singing my old tunes
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| Oh, I can’t help myself
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| Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
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| I was a hallway with all the doors closed
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| Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
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| I closed my eyes and I gave up control, I gave up control
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| I gave up control, I gave up control
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| To the silver and gold, to the silver and gold
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| Where’s my car even driving?
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| Can you believe this motherfucking timing
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| Before us, before us, I was a good man in a bad place
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| I found sin when I was looking for grace
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| Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
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| And somewhere I gave up control, I gave up control
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| I gave up control to the silver and gold
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| I gave up control
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| I gave up control
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| I gave up control to the silver and gold |