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I'm not sure about the air Don't law low, stop this cold (the hour is short) To feed the tongue into the fold Hide these hours Hide these hours, Until You're waiting for the ropes to split Hiding on the maiden ship And you caught the crowd, went over after them wait in your wake No one's in your wake You're waiting for the ropes to split Hiding on the maiden ship And you caught the crowd, went over after them wait in your wake No one's in your wake From Letras Mania