Listen to that sound of
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something in your ear
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Pulls you sounds so
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Shakespearean Tugs you
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wish you were here We're all
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you've got till your wedding
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day Falls through the ground
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and leaves you feeling wetter
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So long to sweet goodbyes
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they never last that
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long So long to Shakespeare
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wish you were here In the
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making of your life there's a
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part of you that just won't
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seem to try Don't stop the
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red light or you might confess
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it to your life something
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irresponsible to you am
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young and going numb from
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growing up on the inside you
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believe and that I am nothing
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catch your breath.
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We like your style And we
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will confess to address until
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we collapse
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South For The Winter
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| Park |
