| My girl so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| My boy so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| City life to countryside
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| This train ride guarantees
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| Beatific visions of horror and lovely things
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| Will I be slain or saved
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| By the kinds of things I see
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| There’s just one kind
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| Dose marks the line
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| Poison or remedy
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| My girl so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| My boy so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| Lights and shadows keep us dancing round and round
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| In this place where angels come to meet the underground
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| Now things are new
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| But tomorrow age dissolves the sheen
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| From beatific visions of horror and lovely things
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| My girl so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| My boy so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| Everyday I begin again
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| The end is never near
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| Will I be slain or saved
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| By the kinds of things I hear
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| People talk
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| Few speak the truth
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| Most tell their fantasies
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| People’s rules and what they do are often different things
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| City life to countryside
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| This train ride guarantees
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| Living proof of human thoughts and fantasies
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| I’m not separate no
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| I know my mind
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| There’s just one kind
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| The road is lined with beatific visions
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| They all lead back to me
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| My girl so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| My boy so lovely
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| Here comes your only love
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| Hey bring it back
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| Alright that sounds good
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| Hey DJ can you turn it up? |
| (Sure)
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| That’s better
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| City center to countryside
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| This train ride guarantees
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| Beatific visions of horror and lovely things
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| No one’s to say if I’ll be slain or saved
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| By the kinds of things I see
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| There’s just one kind
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| Dose marks the line
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| Poison or remedy |