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The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day.
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It is complete now, two ends of time are neatly tied, A one-way street, she's walking to the end of the line, And there she meets the faces she keeps…
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"Love and Rock'n'Roll, to the bottom of your soul, Two things, two things that don't old, Love and Rock'n'Roll..." - Greg Kihn
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The air is warm but I feel grey. The chill of dawn on a funeral day.
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It is complete now, two ends of time are neatly tied, A one-way street, she's walking to the end of the line, And there she meets the faces she keeps…
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"Love and Rock'n'Roll, to the bottom of your soul, Two things, two things that don't old, Love and Rock'n'Roll..." - Greg Kihn