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No wait
No time at all
Had passed before our eyes
If it's a question of faith
Then why can't I ever decide?
No eyes
No will to see
Until those bricks were gone
I stand on top of the pile
And look down on what I have done
It feels like years, years
Years of isolation
You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home
I guess it's the only way to fly
It feels like years, years
Years of isolation
You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home
You're out there somewhere, Martha Ticket
Go back home
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