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Victorian Halls
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Currency
Space, in all the days
Never in place, that's ok
It's my hand to God
It's my hand to God
Always
I saw dream melt away
Pressed a bullet to my head, proof I float away
It's all currency
Diamonds sink so deep
Maybe you would come with me?
Could it be the one you need?
It's bluer than the ocean deep
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