| I had a dream when I saw it was weak
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| But the changing of life seems to move me
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| Seasons of guide in a song on a time
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| Under things that are really confusing
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| Help me to find in your face in the crowd
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| Help me now, let me find my big giving
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| I tried and I’m trying but the thoughts keep inside
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| He can struck but my future is bending
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| Just a smile, just clampsys in fear
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| I need the touch of a hand
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| Fanting she’s caught with the shadow of doubt
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| Too late for the law that I found
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| Dirty old town, what’s your name what you’re doing
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| Dirty old town, won’t you leave them alone
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| Dirty old town, it’s a shame what you’re thinking
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| Don’t give a hand, let it be
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| Dirty old town, can’t you see in the future
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| Dirty old town, don’t need in your name
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| Oh I hear songs you’re telling the gods
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| Don’t let the guide slip away, slip away
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| I wonder in man in a valley of flames
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| In a dream that’s slowing unwending
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| The season of guide in a song with no rhyme
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| On a thought that is really unending
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| I found in your face and I found in your mind
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| And I dont really need my big giving
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| Too late for your souls and your stories untold
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| Turn the page for the pucks that’s reading
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| Just a smile, just a clampsys in fear
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| No need for the touch of a hand
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| Fanting she’s caught with the shadow of dawn
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| Too late for the lawn that you found
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| Dirty old town, what’s your name what you’re doing
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| Dirty old town, won’t leave them alone
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| Dirty old town, it’s a shame what you’re thinking
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| Don’t take a hand, let it be
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| Dirty old town, can’t you see in the future
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| Dirty old town, don’t need for your name
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| Oh I hear songs you’re telling for gods
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| Don’t let the guide slip away, slip away |