| In Los Ageless, the winter never comes
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| In Los Ageless, the mothers milk their young
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| But I can keep running
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| Oh I can keep running
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| The lost sages hang out by the bar
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| Burn the pages of unwritten memoirs
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| But I can keep running
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| Oh I can keep running
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind too?
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind too?
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| The last days of the sunset superstars
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| Girls in cages playing their guitars
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| But how can I leave?
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| I just follow the hood of my car
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| In Los Ageless, the waves they never break
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| They build and build until you don’t have no escape
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| But how can I leave?
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| I just follow my hood to the sea, go to sleep
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind too?
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind too?
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| Oh my Lola, we really did it now
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| I’m a monster and you’re my sacred cow
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| Oh I can keep running
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| No I can keep on running
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind too?
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| How can anybody have you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you?
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| How can anybody have you and lose you
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| And not lose their mind?
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| I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built
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| I try to tell you I love you and it comes out all sick
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| I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built
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| I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
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| I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built
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| I try to tell you I love you but it comes out all sick
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| I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built
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| I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
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| I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament
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| I try to write you a love song but it comes out a lament |