all of our friends survive
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when a plane crashed their minds
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and in 1904 i found
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some real, real strength from my ground
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you look at me, with your old old eyes
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that you used to
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look at your god, in old old ways
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have you lost your way?
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all of our thoughts collide
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when our hearts melt inside
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and in that place, i saw
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the cold dark diamond, on the cold dark floor
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you look at me, with your old old eyes
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that you used to
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look at your god, in old old ways
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1904
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| Benjamin Francis Leftwich |
