Thanks for these new sheets
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But I've been hanging fire from your everyday
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The knack for the fixed
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Been holding water then you're snatched away
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Bells and whistles make the man
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Like you're a hophead waiting to happen
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A welcome waiting to offend
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Who will buy the farm?...
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The sheep with the longing to share
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The sheep with the longing to share
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The sheep with the longing to share...
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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So much farther than myanmar
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You will always hold true in my heart
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To escape the customary cycles of parables
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The world begins anew and we are inseparable
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They said you brought light
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The doors are always open...
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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My fellow and gone chiefs
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Customes make us who we are
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So much farther than myanmar
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You will always hold true in my heart
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Drown Ink
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| Apex Theory |
