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I'll tell you this...
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No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
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Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.
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One summer night, going to the pier,
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I ran into two young girls.
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The blonde one was called Freedom,
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The dark one, Enterprise.
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We talked and they told me this story.
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Now listen to this...
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I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat,
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Soft driven, slow and mad,
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Like some new language.
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Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
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Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
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wandering, wandering in hopless night.
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Out here in the perimeter there are no stars.
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Out here we is stoned.... Immaculate.
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Stoned Immaculate
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