What makes a man but tiny little spirals
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Read my palm read my blood
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Torn apart and slowly reassembled
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Flip my switch start me up
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Mystery is holding us together
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Shadows protect our sight
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So don't talk to me about the changing weather
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'Cause rain or shine we'll be alright
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'Cause star by star we paint the ceiling of
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Our childhood better till we see the sky
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So open the door and watch the heaven
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Hold the dying sun up until the mountains rise
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'Cause I , I don't want my fortune told
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Heartattack or simply die of growing old
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Don't tell me how it is
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What makes a man but tiny little spirals
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Read my palm read my blood
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Torn apart and slowly reassembled
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Flip my switch start me up
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'Cause star by star we paint the ceiling of
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Our childhood better till we see the sky
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So open the door and watch the heaven
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Hold the dying sun up until the mountains rise
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'Cause I , I don't want my fortune told
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Airplane or simply die of growing old
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Don't tell me how it ends
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Star By Star
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| The Old Ceremony |
