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So, you're lyin' in the snow,You lie right thru, you're closeYou never kiss and tell,That's never everThe beast is calling youBland, a mix of old incense,A fleet stripped of weapons,A stuttering boy is savedOn Easter SundayIt's now or neverWell, I know we'll meet againI'd love to hear your voidsWe don't fill our songs with noise,That's never everScar, you know that's what you areYou say the Beatles stopped the warThey might have helped to find a cure,But it's still not overDon't go chasin' dreamsNo don't you chase your dreamsYour movements must be screenedYou can't listen to these things From Letras Mania