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| 3:13 | 
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He was a boy,
she was a girl. That's where the story ends. Without a teat they parted ways and now and ever since then they lived happy. Breathing's automatic. He loves the rain, she loves cocaine and none of them loves Neil Young. He's been away she's been around; in different ways they lived happy. Breathing's automatic They live happy, breathing 'til they don't. Who would've thought we'd lose before we started playing The game is up, words have all been said. Light and gloves are resting on your lap. Who would've though we were the monkey and the preacher, tired and sad redemption wasn't bigger. I only pray for you, for you, for you. |
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| 3. |
| 3:53 |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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> All the souvenirs
In my memories Got me going down in strike All the souvenirs In my memories Got me ruining my soul All the souvenirs In my memories Got me going down in strike All the souvenirs In my memories Got me ruining my soul But if you tell me What I should be offering But if you tell me What I should be offering Then maybe The sun is increasingly high All the souvenirs In my memories Got me ruining my soul But if you tell me What I should be offering |
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| 1:00 |
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| 7. |
| 5:01 |
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8. |
| 4:38 |
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| 10. |
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| 11. |
| 3:01 |
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| 12. |
| 6:46 |
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| 13. |
| 6:23 |
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| 14. |
| 4:54 |
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| 16. |
| 5:06 |
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