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These premonitions shine like stars thatFall to earth too fastI see the empty glassWhere do we belongTell me major tomBecause nothing's making senseI listen and lamentFor golden years that pass like thunderAnd soldier on through timeThis empty glass is mineWhere do we belongCould you help us major tomBecause nothing's making senseI listen and lamentA star man will comeWhen diamond dogs runWe need ground controlWe're losing our soulsA star man will comeWhen diamond dogs runWe need ground controlLetras de cancionesWe're losing our soulsWe're losing our soulsWe're losing our soulsWe're losing our souls From Letras Mania