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Looks like the song of faith
Could not bring you down
He had to try other places
But I'm sure you'll figure it out

Wind it goes in from the cold
Call me to the south
Two years we couldn't last
And it explains itself

Everybody loves
Yet that's love that brings you down
Drink him up and hold him up for me
He loved me but it's over now

I was looking at the motion magazine
I was dreaming we were lying down
In the dream we were close to 17
Never strung out, never down

The next thing you will find to love you
That is to steal the words right out of my mouth
You feed me past like a stag in the grass
Even though I'm not around

It's time you call on me
I swear I'll figure it out
I stand there speaking all slow
My mind in deep red cloud

Each day I come round the station
See you're not around
In the station men just stare
Or don't you know by now?

Every body loves
Yet I'm still around somehow
Yeah, you you're going places
Oh, baby got the same old sounds

Sweet talking, low doping daddy
From on high and deliver down
I see you getting old on the road now
But the old is head of crowd

And now that you're not here
He relies on his lonesome sound
And I know dear you can hear instantly
Even though he's not around

Sing, you, sing, oh you for me
Let keep it
Oh, keep it
Go on, go on

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