The Do-Dust It Off - I Origins | Текст песни

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Burning papers into ashes, what a season, how they fly high from the ground up there is yet another fountain, flowing over, as the night falls, keep dreaming away If you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
Nothing has been done before It’s the most virgin dress you could possibly wear Mess it up,
Time is up Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand Write some stories for tomorrow
From the bottle of amnesia Find instructions, to salvation, to oblivion, supreme Don’t be tempted to look back It has all happen before Someday miraculous spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you’ve done That I’ve done Dust it off

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