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The Dream Lyrics - Artist : King Krule
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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