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So we'll try and try
Even if it lasts an hour
With all our might
We'll try and make it ours
Cause we're on our way
We're on our way
to fall in love
a musical sorrow
with thirteen voices
And the vicious turbidity
seeps down the road,
in sins and woes
The Devil of Fun
and his thirteen sons!
Washed my skin
with sins and
woes . .
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