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Lotteries and Tents
This company Torn at the seams Scattered like seed A cold summer's breeze Summer's disease Is a part of me
And now all our days are spent Losing lotteries and pitching tents This can't be what you meant For our knees to bruise But barely leave a dent
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's always the same The curse of this age Is changing our names I'll cling to a grace That feels far away I'm desperate for change
I find it hard to see And it's so hard to believe This was always meant to be
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