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Turn it down, start it
Alone is such an game
Pay it back, pay it
means nothing to me

So they went down to the
They were for a ride
They running out of ink
They were running out of time,

And the color of the whistle
With the sounding of the
I it in a picture
I repeat it in a joke, yeah,

Loud clothes, earings
Black nights, white shadows, a and a key
Old flame,
Someone has done to me

So they believed that conductor
Is the of the pack
Killing time into then
never looking back, yeah

And the had to chase it
And the hopped back
And the things cut the cable
And they're running the tracks, yeah, yeah

So they kissed the farmer's
With their pockets of gold
And they draw the and lockets
On the corner of the

In a can under the kitchen, in an grave
They're the old

Where are you
Where are you