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Lyrics

Doomsday morning, all over me.
At the end of poverty,
riding to be free.

Without you, love,
we would die young.

Washed out tryouts,
lubricated win,
manos diversity,
silhouette of sin.

Without you, love,
we would die young.

Phase I’m in, the quiet spin,
passed out too soon.
The solitude of a long salute,
all because of you.

Without you, love,
we would die young.