| Don’t you see some sights darling
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| Don’t you see some sights
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| Never start a fight
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| When you’re blinded by the sun
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| Golden leaves and bright mornings
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| Don’t you see some sights
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| Falling beams of light
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| Now I’m blinded by the sun
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| Enough
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| Too much
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| You’re cold
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| Singing we are not machines
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| There is blood beneath our skin
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| I could hear the choir sing
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| As the darkness settled in
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| Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god
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| You seemed much colder
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| As I lay on your sofa
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| And I made my hands
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| Into a four leaf clover
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| And you say you love me
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| But I think you say that a lot
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| Just for one second time stopped
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| Enough
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| Too much
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| You’re cold
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| Singing we are not machines
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| There is blood beneath our skin
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| I could hear the choir sing
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| As the darkness settled in
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| Going home
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| And I just can’t wait anymore
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| While I pick up my heart
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| From your bedroom floor
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| Going home
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| And I just can’t take anymore
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| Going home
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| And I just can’t take anymore
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| While I pick up my heart
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| From your bedroom floor
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| Going home
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| And I just can’t take anymore
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| We are not machines
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| We are not machines
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| We are not machines
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| We are not machines
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| We are echoing the eternal dreamers
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| Singing we are not machines
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| There is blood beneath our skin
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| I could hear the choir sing
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| As the darkness settled in |