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And from the other side,
A sheer white knuckle ride,
So young yet feel so stung by the game.
I know what's left in a name,
With all those national strains.
The lion hits the stage,
Purple hearts revolving round with purple rage.
And we all want to know where the weather goes,
And what's in store tomorrow.
No we don't need a replacement.
The more I see the more I learn.
All that time in the basement.
I can't wait nor hang around.
Language that shocks of the new,
With the promise there's nothing to hide.
When vultures rise out of the blue,
And the circle of fireflies tonight.
And all that heavenly light,
I can't understand.
The coup d'etat that walks inside every man,
They all wanna know 'bout the fasion show,
Where the Queen will go tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Where the Queen will go tomorrow.
Where the Queen will go tomorrow.
No we don't need a replacement,
The more I see the more I learn.
All that time in the basement,
I can't wait nor hang around.
Feel real power in the darkness,
The more I see the more I learn.
Feel it more than I confess,
I can't wait nor hang around.
I'll be outside.
I'll be outside.
Song for the tribes.
Song for the tribes.
The more I see the more I learn,
No, we don't need a replacement.
The more I see the more I learn.
Song for the tribes.
Song for the tribes.
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