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She disappeared across the board walk She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes She know she gets away with murder Swallows up your heart of gold And I don't know just where we've got to go Whoa Whoa, whoa His soul is hidden for the postman Another one that's real there under orange skies The summer sleeps in time for autumn Sick and tired of leaves of grass And I don't know just where we've got to go Whoa Whoa, whoa
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