| Show me the dirt pile and I will pray
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| That the soul can take three stowaways.
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| Vanish with no guile and I will not pay
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| But the soul can wait, the soul can wait.
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| It is still pretty what with all these leaks
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| We’ll be fine, we’ll be fine.
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| But if it’s still pretty what with all these leaks
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| We’ll be fine, oh, and supervised.
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| Show me the dirt pile and I will pray
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| That the soul can take three stowaways.
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| Then you vanish with no guile and I will not pay
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| But the soul can wait, I felt you so much today.
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| I know you try, you tried straight into my heart
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| You fly straight into my heart.
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| Girl, I know you try, you fly straight into my heart
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| You fly straight into my heart, but here comes the fall.
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| So much for make-believe, I'm not sold.
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| So much of dreams, deceit, I'm not prepared to know.
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| Your heart makes me feel, your heart makes me bold
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| For always and ever, I'll never let go.
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| Always concealed, safe and inside alive.
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| Show me the dirt pile and I will pray
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| That the soul can take three stowaways.
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| In a passion it broke, I pull the black from the gray
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| But the soul can wait, I felt you so much today. |