- Show me the dirt pile
And I will pray that the soul can take
Three stowaways
And you vanish with no guile
And I will not pay
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today
And oh you try..
You tried.. straight into my heart
You fly.. straight into my heart
Girl, I know you try...
You fly.. straight into my heart
You fly.. straight into my heart
But here comes the fault (fall) 
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