| Twilight on the dawning way
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| snaps at from the 50s
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| chilly wind and dark streams
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| weather me on lights and stars.
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| the old golden turtle dreams
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| stay in the seats from others.
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| tears of home drive bone
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| they wait for you
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| they wait for me and the rumors silence fingers
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| by the fighter met someday
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| the night by the trail where the animals drag tear
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| there’s nothing to doors and see
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| Since keeping counting moments
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| you can breathe still not lean
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| she really needs to meeting
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| that is how you feel it
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| as sometimes he require the streams
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| in other words with other green
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| and whisper sacred ghost too slim
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| they wait for me, they wait for you
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| by the ancient weather blue magic
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| me drinking from my broken card
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| between these halium beguiling
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| there’s nothing who doesn’t see
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| They wait for you
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| they wait for me
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| sooner or later, one of this ghost
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| I really try get close to you
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| where the. |
| stars bleeds |