Sunday Rain
On my Parade
Wash Away
Washed me away
Cause we've been running our time
Feel like a satellite
Hosted in outer space
We build it up
To fall apart
And see the End
Before it starts
Oooohhh baby its cold in here
I'm chasing you down in a trail of tears
Into your high place
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