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Hold your tongue
we never swayed
Pour our the faults
Cold in lungs and in face
A golden heart of what became
It was an awful lot for our young days
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[00:18.68]Hold your tongue
[00:20.55]we never swayed
[00:28.81]Pour our the faults
[00:44.70]Cold in lungs and in face
[00:54.77]A golden heart of what became
[01:02.52]It was an awful lot for our young days
