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South For The Winter
 
 
Listen to that sound of 
something in your ear 
Pulls you sounds so 
Shakespearean Tugs you 
wish you were here We're all 
you've got till your wedding 
day Falls through the ground 
and leaves you feeling wetter 
So long to sweet goodbyes 
they never last that 
long So long to Shakespeare 
wish you were here In the 
making of your life there's a 
part of you that just won't 
seem to try Don't stop the 
red light or you might confess 
it to your life something 
irresponsible to you am 
young and going numb from 
growing up on the inside you 
believe and that I am nothing 
catch your breath. 
We like your style And we 
will confess to address until 
we collapse 
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