So, you're lyin' in the snow,
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You lie right through you're clothes
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You never kiss and tell,
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That's never ever
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The beast is calling you
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Bland, a mix of old incense,
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A fleet stripped of weapons,
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A stuttering boy is saved
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On Easter Sunday
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It's now or never
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Well, I know we'll meet again
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I'd love to hear your voice
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We don't fill our songs with noise,
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That's never ever
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Scar, you know that's what you are
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You say the Beatles stopped the war
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They might have helped to find a cure,
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But it's still not over
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a¢æ©«Don't go chasin' dreams
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No don't you chase your dreams
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Your movements must be screeneda¢æ?
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You can't listen to these things
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Never / Ever
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| The Black Angels |
