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Stop making sense of things
I saw pylons stretch to the east
I wasn′t sure at all why our love
Becomes sorrow and withers free
Ran a firework of dogs to walk with me
Felt this warm
Marching forth
I felt their warmth
Marching forth
We could be
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
The dream
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Writer(s): Archie Ivan Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
