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# Get up girl, six months of plaster # # Though I keep my mouth shut, I've been dreaming too hard #

When all goes away, so little that gives you Trains late, what do I know about gold?

War, thousand wings, flames if he's got any salt in him I think so I'm for a drink

And if I'm stuck here, if I understand everything I'm not the same, life is yours.

But for people it's vague But for people I'm crazy