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Paroles
We drove out to the Pearly Glades
The only place we can be sometimes
You always make it worth the wait
We're face to face with your hand in mine
Some things you know
But often find it better not to ask
Try to let go
And pray to God our moment's long to pass
I know I'm gonna end up
Living on my own down by the southside
Holding onto no one for the long rides
Knowing I'll be waiting for a long long time
You make it easier
Relieve the urge to be in my cage
I'm always up and down
When you're around I don't feel so strange
I'll never know
What keeps me up in orbit looking down
Perhaps it's so
There's something at the centre left unfound
I know I'm gonna end up
Living on my own down by the southside
Holding onto no one for the long rides
Knowing I'll be waiting for a long long time
When I'm on side
Pouring into you when I'm in landslide
I'll never find the time as hard as I try
We all have a torch to burn and this here's mine
And that's fine
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