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Out of my garden, passed the battle cruiser,
Bm
We jumped over cemetery gates,
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There on the wasteland, we saw the horizon,
Bm
I noticed your pupils dilate.
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They're at it again, let's roll just like we used to,
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In fields when we were young our hearts got lost in the circles,
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We had it all, a rise and fall.
Came from the booze and the fags generation,
And prayed for the mayhem to start,
You said you were foolish but I saw the genius,
In pulling the stitches apart.
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So raise your glass to the ones who have passed,
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And the ones that got away, ohh.