} acoustic #3 they painted up your secrets with the lies they told to you and the least they ever gave you was the most you ever know and i wonder where these dreams go your voice is small and fading and she wonders where these dreams go they press their lips against you and you know i see right through you |
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"The problem with London is the tourists. They cause the congestion. If we could just stop the tourism, we could stop the congestion." Prince Philip at the opening of City Hall, 2002. |