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Do you know what is going wrong? There was a time, you know, You knew, you know you knew You knew what you needed to do to get by but now you aren't so sure Someone must have planted seeds of discord into the fertile ground of your heart See how they have grown See how they have grown Over and Over See how they have grown, over-grown Now you know, You know the reason I've been singing that same sad song all evening you sing with me, too Come on and sing with me, too La la la la land, we are going to La la la la land, we are floating to La la la la land, we are never turning back No turning back or ever even thinking we've been gone We all know what's going wrong We can feel it in our bones, we feel it In our bones Already told you there's no looking back Say it again, it is worth being said Violets are blue and roses are red red as the blood that pours out of your head pumping with the slowing pace of your heartbeat Lucky shot, can't shoot worth a **** Must have been fate though it showed up late for dinner
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
fate shows up late
Do you know what is going wrong? There was a time, you know, You knew, you know you knew You knew what you needed to do to get by but now you aren't so sure Someone must have planted seeds of discord into the fertile ground of your heart See how they have grown See how they have grown Over and Over See how they have grown, over-grown Now you know, You know the reason I've been singing that same sad song all evening you sing with me, too Come on and sing with me, too La la la la land, we are going to La la la la land, we are floating to La la la la land, we are never turning back No turning back or ever even thinking we've been gone We all know what's going wrong We can feel it in our bones, we feel it In our bones Already told you there's no looking back Say it again, it is worth being said Violets are blue and roses are red red as the blood that pours out of your head pumping with the slowing pace of your heartbeat Lucky shot, can't shoot worth a **** Must have been fate though it showed up late for dinner
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
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