| Sing sing
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| Sing, sing your heart out
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| I can’t feel you here
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| Swing, swing strange fruit
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| From butterfly trees
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| You’re not alone
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| You were never alone
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| Never alone
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| Negotiate this labyrinth to the very dark and natural
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| Freedom to fail but some things come so much better full
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| Swing, swing from instinct to introns
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| From ego to intellect
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| Survival, evolution crawling out of the wrecked
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| You were never alone, alone
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| A bitter shock when you dropped
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| Cause you were never alone, alone
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| A bitter shock when you dropped
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| Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
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| White dress, marrow to bone
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| White dress
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| Hanging in a white dress
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| In a white dress and she’s marrow to the bone
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| Hanging in a white dress
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| In a white dress
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| She’s hanging in a white dress and she’s marrow to the bone
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| It’s a love of suicide
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| It’s calling, it’s calling Ana Rose
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| It’s a love of suicide
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| It’s calling, it’s coming, it’s crawling
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| Sing sing
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| Sing, sing your heart out
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| I can’t feel you here
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| Swing, swing strange fruit
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| From butterfly trees
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| You’re not alone
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| You were never alone, alone
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| A bitter shock when you dropped
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| Cause you were never alone, alone
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| A bitter shock when you dropped
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| Ana Rose, Ana Rose, Ana Rose
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| White dress, marrow to bone |