| We get on the early train, for a while on the sun remains
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| The strands are the photograph of you and I, I won’t ask
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| With some luck guarantee, I am not alone
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| With not a lot to go on, demands that we call our own
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| Despite our ability, yeah, a darkness into
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| A form fits a falling sky, for all I know it’s nothing new
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| We wrestle on malady but stay out long enough, all I need
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| And through all these, call it mine or giving on all this time
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| As soon as now, well, I hope you know
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| It makes a bit of difference to what, play it down
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| I follow just is what despite, give it honor too, yeah
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| The same amount to go on
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| So give in, that’s an afternoon now
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| Despite our ability, yeah, a darkness into
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| A form fits a falling sky, for all I know it’s nothing new
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| We get on this early train, for a while on the sun remains
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| The point of this honesty of what becomes of you and me
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| With some luck guarantee, I am not alone
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| A further while, a close try, they’re on my eye |