Waltzing daydream serenade
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Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
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Seems like we all want to be
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So very different but nothing changes
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Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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We all end up like magazines
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Crumpled up discarded, catalogued, forgotten
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Read the pages that are free
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Living something careless
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Just sixteen all over
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Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Cause we're all alone
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We're all alone
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Beating hearts against a tide
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Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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We're all alone
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We're all alone
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Beating hearts against a tide of one
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GO!
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Sixteen
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| Funeral For A Friend |
