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Burning papers into ashes, |
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what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh |
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there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls, |
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keep dreaming away |
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if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside, |
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Nothing has been done before |
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It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear |
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Mess it up, Time is up |
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Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand. |
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Write some stories for tomorrow. |
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From the bottle of amnesia |
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Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme |
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Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before |
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Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done. |
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That I've done. |
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Dust it off. |
