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By Gangajang, It's a temporary world in which we live
The cycle continues
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By Gangajang, "Is this what my life amounts to?"
Says the man with
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By Gangajang, Predominantly percussive prone, she's basically bereft
Of any sense of melody
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By Gangajang, I've sown all the fields and I've made the bread
And
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By Gangajang, So this is the house, the house that we built
So
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By Gangajang, Two's company, Three's a crowd
Any more and it's getting out
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By Gangajang, Well it’s happening again, like I always thought it would
Madmen
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By Gangajang, For what you value, for what you care,
Well it’s a
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By Gangajang, Well you've been floating like a temptress, yeah, around my
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By Gangajang, When she calls this lonesome neighbour,
Love is nervously creeping around
Whispering
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By Gangajang, There's got to be a first time, well everything starts
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By Gangajang, What would happen if your heart stopped working?
What would happen
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By Gangajang, When I see you, when I see the things you
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By Gangajang, I can feel the earth for the first time since
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By Gangajang, A wholesome love is what she finds
Everywhere it plays on
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By Gangajang, I think I hear the sounds of then,
And people talking,
The
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By Gangajang, Late nights, down the back streets, across the cobblestones we'd
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By Gangajang, The luck of the Irish borne of ages past
Has spawned
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By Gangajang, I believe in give and take, I believe in right
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By Gangajang, Time
it telescopes through a lens of regret
The patterns all re-emerging
as
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By Gangajang, Every night when the sun goes down and cool air
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By Gangajang, Been walking my old streets again
It's been such a long