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Dust It Off - The Do
Burning papers into ashes
What a season how they fly high from the ground ohhh
There is yet another fountain flowing over as the night falls
Keep dreaming away
If you hold on to that past don't you lock yourself inside
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand
Write some stories for tomorrow
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done
That I've done
Dust it off
