With bouquets, cavaliers from bridges down comets
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With bouquets, cavaliers from bridges down comets
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Put on replay again
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Between four walls, echoes my sound
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The stone on the soul is sinking
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Bar counter at the bottom, with it until the morning
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Alone I'm stupidly out of the zone
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Gray city I'm bound by the game
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Give me a reason, let's open pandora's box
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Story line, Lauren Maxwell
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Give it back, we'll go out, the windows wide open
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I feel with cells, nobody today
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Won't save us with dawns
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Leave
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My cloud plays in the background in the room
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Virgo well, melt
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Throw your crown on the divided staff
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Don't you care?
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Why are you flipping through my feed again
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The melted city gives a new night
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So apparently you're not paranoid for long
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I saw a halo, I held it with my hands
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You don't need long descriptions to be happy
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The areas are covered with snow, above the mirrors
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We talk about one problem for hours
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What is the longer stripes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm
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The longer the lanes of the white road
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The shorter the pair of lines on my palm |