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Last night it came as a picture |
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With a good reason of a warning |
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This place is void of all passion |
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If you can imagine it’s easy if you |
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Believe me I failed this effort |
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I wrote a reminder this wasn’t a sign |
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This time Houston where are you, |
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Should I go back, should I go back |
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Should I go back, should I go back |
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I hope i won’t forget you |
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My head is made up of memories |
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Most of them useless delusions |
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This room bored of rehearsal |
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And sick of the boundaries |
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Should I go back, should I go back |
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Should I go back, should I go back |
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Should I go back, should I go back |
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I hope I won’t forget you |
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