| Kingfisher, keep the faith
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| Stay the course, you’re in the race
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| A window into the outside
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| No falling star will be denied
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| Refinished, sanded down
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| Your highland heart in Tinseltown
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| Spin 411 from your rotary phone
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| With a little luck, baby, there’ll be somebody home
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| Are we making a mistake?
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| Is there another road?
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| Is this how you make
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| A heart explode?
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| Kingfisher, Reversing Falls
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| Smokey quartz and curtain calls
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| One more for the record that’s off th books
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| Spacing out to dirty looks
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| Rebranding overseas
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| For your fair wather enemies
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| The last to the party, the first in the frost
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| With a little luck, baby, they’ll all get lost
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| Are we making a mistake?
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| Is there another road?
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| Is this how you make
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| A heart explode?
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| Kingfisher, carried away
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| So little time, so much to say
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| They’re taking the wheel while you’re working the crowd
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| From one room in the house where nobody’s allowed
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| Are we making a mistake?
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| Is there another road?
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| Are you dying to pull the pin?
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| In the chamber we corrode
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| Are these memories a mirage?
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| Are you trying to crack the code?
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| Is this how you make
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| A heart explode? |