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Three days of spirits
Tell me now
I'm here like a spell
That's bearing me to drive
Tell me now
That there are three days in a week
Tell me now
To make it so
Make it so I can't speak
Make it so I can't speak
Well I'm here like a spell
That's bearing me to drive
Eyes of blue
Sea of red
Take me to
Where I've never been dead
Where I've never been dead
Hey, it's between myself and me
It's a very lonely place
Between myself
It's lonely
Between myself
It's a lonely
Place
Crimson red
Yourself
Back up to me
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