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Weak hunts find your hiding places
The ones with strong hold tell where it is
Weekends are the times when we can recover
The weekends need to weak things to told
Across a portal to the evening
People say machines don't have a soul
But my car, she was born a lady
The british navy sailors ?
? at night
Help me love this January cold
The mission gets ?
And she's got ?
And in the evening we retire
To let our brains desire ? thugs
If by the full your planting diamonds
The come the springtime you will have gold rings
If you ride bow of sinking ship
The taste of salts, the story that you tell
But all my friends are islands
My family is what you don't see down below
By my time I'll keep on singing
This ? anniversary's gift