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I've got the keys and we're down to the museum
I'm down on my luck with a breath and a hope and my
Letters to people who won't understand us
Leaving our shop and our jobs and our bedspreads
Are cold and we're losing our minds to this dream
We're cold and we're losing our minds to this dream
Will to get airborne, our villain the sand and
Time stands so still in the air
Feats beyond hope and compare
Time stands so still in the air
Feats beyond hope and compare
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