Walk down the street that you used to know
And then
Lost inside the crowd, I hear your name
Finding my way
At first, we knew the sight
Brimming with gleaming golden light
As
Give in to the sands,
the time, we know they're waiting,
and
Say what you want
I don't really give a damn
Open up
Some people are happy most of the time
But they don't
Now is the hour and I'm getting away
I hope to
You're poked, you're lost, you're tired again
It's the cold, it's
Why the long face love
Where is that pick me up
I
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