| As turning pages, all but scatter me
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| A matter of fact on, I’m not living on
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| A strata of mirrors takes light perceptively
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| For thrill of my eyes, hypocrisy
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| This trial on center, I’m not over it
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| I had a little find, go on open it
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| Stop along, we don’t mind
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| Someone just like you there
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| Dry mountains, give off fire
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| We’ve got to choose, erase this terror
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| Start off counting this, we gotta lay it low
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| If that is not down, I’m not giving up
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| The stranded streets are bored, we’re not lonely
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| I hear about sometimes instability
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| Stop along, we don’t mind
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| Someone just like you there
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| Dry mountains, give off fire
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| We’ve got to choose, erase this terror
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| Stop along, we don’t mind
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| It never made us listen to
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| I hardly made it up to you, it’s alright
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| Stop along, stop along
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| Stop along, stop along
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| Stop along, stop along
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| Stop along, stop along |