Through your seed to the Sun
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You haven't yet worm
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And thay made it, they made it, they made it
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And you don't
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All they look like you have to
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And they are lonely
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They seem real, they seem real they seem real and you don't
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'and you calling backs of London this will spread this
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Don't you want an 'where you soul is sold for money
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I know you'll be waiting yeah on the road
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Where you belong
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So your hard go to sun
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You're rolling has on dawn
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You'll need me, you'll need me then you don't
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Ooh I'm gonna catch you after all, they are lonely little ghost
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You see me, you see me, you see me,
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And you don't so to the
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..
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And the calling backs on London
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Down to an orange where your sold for money and bridge
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I know you'll be waiting in the road where you belong
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I know you'll be waiting in the road where you belong
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Seeds To The Sun
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| Saturday Sun |
