| Look out, there’s a dreamer on the loose
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| Spinning wild, skinny tales of youth
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| I used to hold back the tears singing songs for you, I still do
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| Roll out the marching band, it’s finally come
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| Set off the flares, call in the big guns
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| Of all the ways it could’ve been
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| Of all the sinners you’d hope to meet
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| I never thought I’d be the one to be saving you
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| Looks like we’ve got a live one here
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| Turning cold in the night in fear
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| You used to hold back my hair saying «now what are we to do with a wreck like
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| you?»
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| Roll out the marching band, it’s finally come
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| Set off the flares, call in the the big guns
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| Roll out the marching band, it’s finally come
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| Of all the ways it could’ve been
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| Of all the sinners you’d hope to meet
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| I never thought I’d be the one to be saving you
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| I never thought I’d be the one to be saving you
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| I never thought I’d be the one to save you |