| High strung and poorly hung
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| I think we’re much too young
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| I hear a sound from your left lung
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| A melody so beautifuly sung
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| Sarcasm spread your wings
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| Oh what sweet joy it brings
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| «Come home» the whole town sings
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| They will greet us like kings
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| To everyones delight
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| We crash at the speed of light
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| So deep in the whitest white
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| This could have been our burial site
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| Well ok, and I am here for the loyalist
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| I wanna see its face
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| Ok, I am here for the loyalist
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| This is the nesting place
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| High strung and poorly hung
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| I think we’re much too young
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| I hear a sound from your left lung
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| A melody so beautifuly sung
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| Well ok, and I am here for the loyalist
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| I wanna see its face
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| Ok, I am here for the loyalist
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| This is the nesting place
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| Well ok, ok, ok |