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I just don't know what to do tonight
My head is aching as I drink and breathe
Memory falls like cream in my bones
Moving on my own

There must be something I can dream tonight
The air is filled with the moves of you
All the fire is frozen
Yet still I have the will, ooh, ah

Trumpets
Violins
I hear them in the distance
And my skin emits a ray
But I think it's sad
It's much too bad
That our friends can't be with us today

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