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Lyrics:
It came to our coast in a wind of needles and sand At the end of our street it lost its head in my hand Tossed in that black November feeling and boom The tower gave in to its poor steeling too soon Your luck Your luck Your poor luck has turned Walk on Walk on To the bright side the loss is learned Your luck Your luck Your poor luck has turned Walk on Walk on To the bright side the loss is learned The pedestals to which we hold All must fall Don't built upon The pedestals to which we hold All must fall Don't built upon The pedestals The pedestals All must fall
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