| When I turned around
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| she can’t draw with me, all quietly
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| My mountain; |
| s weary, depth in space
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| My western wall and my lovers bliss
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| Well I keep my madness to myself
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| Jubilee, don’t you worry about these war stories
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| and for that I’m sorry
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| I am sorry, again
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| I’m falling back into my head
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| Hey don’t go, say goodbye, never know how
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| long I’ll try
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| Falling back into my head
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| I love you, my sweet friend
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| Maybe one day, see the end
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| When I turned around
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| she can’t draw with it, i can, I can be insane
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| Well i keep my sadness to myself
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| Jubilee, don’t you worry about these war stories
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| and for that I’m sorry
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| I am sorry, again
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| I’m falling back into my head
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| Hey don’t go, say goodbye, never know how
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| long I’ll try
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| Falling back into my head
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| I love you, my sweet friend
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| Maybe one day, see the end
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| I only wanna see you
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| That’s all I wanna see
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| See you one day…
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| See the end
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| MAybe one day see the end |