| Tra-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la
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| This was written in coffee crumbs
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| All the times we’ve lost mountains only know
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| I was in way over my head
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| Whispered in the most soothing tone
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| «Time is only time mountains only know»
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| I take and blow high and low
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la
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| Push short days aside awhile
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| Let the and dance around the fire
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| Forget about the dead skin we meant to scrape
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| Let the dance around the fire
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| Push short days aside awhile
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| Let the and dance around the fire
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| Forget about the dead skin we meant to scrape
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| Let the dance around the fire
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| A friend in need is a friend indeed
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| We settle these roots spoken up the truth and saw the roof lit up the moon
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| Friends in need is a friend indeed
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| We torn down the walls it all wrong with the smile four feet wide
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| Push short days aside awhile
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| Let the and dance around the fire
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| Forget about the dead skin we meant to scrape
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| Let the dance around the fire
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| Push short days aside awhile
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| Let the and dance around the fire
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| Forget about the dead skin we meant to scrape
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| Let the dance around the fire
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| Push short days aside awhile
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| Let the and dance around the fire
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| Forget about the dead skin we meant to scrape
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| Let the dance around the fire |