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Bombay Bicycle Club
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My God
All the highs are downwards All your fumble words are spent Paying no attention To the thoughts of your dear friend
No point louder The sound of my power Sink in deeper Further each hour My God
When our flower's fading Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When our stem begins to fold I will take off quietly Like a bird that flees the cold
No point louder The sound of my power Sink in deeper Further each hour My God (x7)
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