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- We know not the fire in which we burn
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- Everyone was lighting up in the shadows alone
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- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (1/4)
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- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (2/4)
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- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (3/4)
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- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (4/4)
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- Oh it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
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- I’ve been around for a long, long years
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- So close, no matter how far
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- Now, the signals we send, are deflected again
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- Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light
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- There’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief
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- We’ll go walking out while others shout of war’s disaster
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- You got the touch so gentle and sweet
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- We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more
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- Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
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- Such scenes for things that I regret
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- Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care
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- Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears
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- I guess I keep on rambling
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- It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone
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- And I scream from the top of my lungs
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- Gold and silver blind the eye, temporary riches lie
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- Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
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- You set your mind on moving along
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- We, we will not be moved by it
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- You feel you sent them onto ground
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- Better hurry ‘Cause I’m leaving soon
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- They never fall, they can never run dry
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- If heaven falls, I’m coming too
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (1/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (2/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (3/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (4/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (5/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (6/7)
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- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (7/7)
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- I think that’s well understood
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- You make me happy when skies are gray
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- Love love love, we’re trigger hippies, yeah
