Tell the world how i'll miss it's small atmosphere,
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And wonder how it will evolve,
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How it rose and it broke won't be trivial,
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Stay on your feet in your hole.
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Mr. four eyes
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Please remember
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We still hold you dear
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Mr. young man
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Blonde haired stranger
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What seperates brings us closer.
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Let us announce that it's dark on the holidays,
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And the morphine blurts out little chunks,
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Don't let us know if your skin starts to turn too cold,
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One nap and then...
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Mr. verteran
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Please remember
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I tried to revive your breathe
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Mrs. undone
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What is upstairs?
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Steps but no banister.
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Salts deprived from the eyes,
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Without patience and a foothold to grip,
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I'll be the next in line.
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Have a rope,
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But nonetheless,
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If it's burning while i'm rising,
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It could only be the second best.
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So if there is not but a last thing we're adding on,
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It's seems neglected with rods,
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I think i'll stay up,
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For i'd swear i just heard your voice,
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Maybe it's just something in the air.
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(please)
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Carry on
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(don't)
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Carry on
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Stiffback
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| Fair To Midland |
