This is exist not a hole
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More than hardwood not
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just floors And I'm waiting
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for this weather now to
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clear catching weather in
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my heather of a stone this
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is my mind Screaming
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phases tapping shoulders
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in a flight Some things can't
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be ignored This is home
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this is sweet home Home's
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a prom queen seventeen
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my dandy lion dream
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used to sway on swings
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Though it never meant a
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thing My film became silent
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when she said to me
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When this night is over so
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are we Don't cry dear Anne
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Because I'll be back soon
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Don't cry I'll be back soon
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Omnibus
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| Park |
