| Spending routine day
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| What you mean
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| With the kitchen lights out
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| When it’s time to sleep
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| When the storms are rising
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| That is unknown
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| The signs we get, oh I’m gone
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| Hey man
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| When beams of light come from the sea
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| And earth rises to an act of creed
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| But in the crown she wants, I don’t know
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| I want you see, you do not know
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| You pound initials in the piece of gold
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| Man your eyes are 2 moons, in a room
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| And as your rabbit run, so free
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| What do you see, what do you see?
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| Canopy, burning gold
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| I’ll make peace, on my own
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| Canopy, what is foretold
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| Up in the sky, exploding roll
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| See the days are riding, to celebrate
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| And what they meaning for, sounds great
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| Bow down my window pain into my arms
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| See like the summer you are so arm
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| And we go silently into the door
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| Yeah like that, run back, to the namer’s long
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| So bow your head out, bow away
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| I wanna see, I may not stay
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| Canopy, burning gold
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| I’ll make peace, on my own
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| Canopy, what is foretold
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| Up in the sky, flowers are gold
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| Canopy, burning gold
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| I’ll make peace, on my own
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| Canopy, what is foretold
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| Up in the sky, flowers are gold
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| Canopy, burning gold
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| I’ll make peace, on my own
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| Canopy, what is foretold
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| Up in the sky, flowers are gold
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| Canopy, burning gold
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| I’ll make peace, on my own
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| Canopy, what is foretold
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| Up in the sky, flowers are gold |