| Thanks for these new sheets
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| But I’ve been hanging fire from your everyday
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| The knack for the fixed
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| Been holding water then you’re snatched away
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| Bells and whistles make the man
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| Like you’re a hophead waiting to happen
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| A welcome waiting to offend
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| Who will buy the farm…
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| The sheep with the longing to share
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| The sheep with the longing to share
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| The sheep with the longing to share…
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| So much farther than myanmar
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| You will always hold true in my heart
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| To escape the customary cycles of parables
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| The world begins anew and we are inseparable
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| They said you brought light
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| The doors are always open…
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| My fellow and gone chiefs
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| Customes make us who we are
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| So much farther than myanmar
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| You will always hold true in my heart |