| Take you back through the suburb
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| Catch the train
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| I’ve been painting your pipeline
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| We’re so proud of you leaving him back home
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| And the money at gate night
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| Why so sad and disordered?
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| The doctor never lies
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| I’ve been planning for you to sleep in here
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| With guardians and angels who sleep for the summer
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| And drinkers and loners who lives through the night
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| The present is given by those who stands near me
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| I wait for the shadows to swallow my head
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| The sun in carbon place is grey
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| Now teach the drummer to dance like ballet girls
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| They’ve been standing for hours
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| There’s the strip that they named me
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| Smelled compelled
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| They believe that it guides them
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| So you lives in a carbon
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| Doctor never lies
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| And all my saviours have lost their way in here
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| With guardians and angels who sleep for the summer
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| And drinkers and loners who live through the night
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| The present is given by those who stand near me
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| I wait for the shadows to swallow my head
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| The sun in carbon place no matter what they say
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| I walk the hills of living deads and fade away, away, away…
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| The broken good fellow
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| The guardians and angels which sleep through the summer and lives in the night
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| The present is given by those who stand near me
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| I wait for my shadow to swallow my head
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| With guardians and angels who sleep for the summer
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| And drinkers and loners who lives in the night
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| The present is given by those who stands near me
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| I wait for the shadows to swallow my head
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| The sun in carbon place
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| The sun in carbon place |