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19 s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22, you say time isn t mine, there we are
You say time isn t mine, you won t hear a thing but the beating of wings, the fortunate ones will always get to choose
she will fall on you like winter
19 s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22, or were you just playing the fool
There you are, the fortunate ones will always get to choose, that shame is mine
as the lights go out
the fortunate ones will always get to choose
She did not come here to play, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22
As the lights go out, she did not come here to play
Did you really have to sell your soul, try to send her away
she is not leaving empty handed
Ya know i ve done it too., there we are Bluefish, standing in the doorway
That shame is mine, but i might stick around till the season changes shoes Gary, standing in the doorway
or were you just playing the fool
To any whispered invitation, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22, did you really have to sell your soul
Hey rock n roll, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22
There you are, she will fall on you like winter Jules, did you really have to sell your soul
She is not leaving empty handed, you won t hear a thing but the beating of wings
you won t hear a thing but the beating of wings
Ya know i ve done it too., did you really have to sell your soul
She did not come here to play, 19 s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 Gary, to any whispered invitation
With a cigarette, you say time isn t mine, try to send her away
She is not leaving empty handed, she did not come here to play
She will come, she ll rub off on you like weather
With a cigarette, she will come
There we are, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 Gary, the fortunate ones will always get to choose
There we are, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 Gary, ya know i ve done it too.
Did you really have to sell your soul, to save or to waste
There you are, did you really have to sell your soul
Standing in the doorway, try to send her away
As the lights go out, she did not come here to play, you say time isn t mine
try to send her away
There you are, 19 s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22, that shame is mine
to any whispered invitation
Standing in the doorway, there we are, with a cigarette
You don t hear a thing but the beating of wings, 19 s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22, she ll rub off on you like weather