| If Heaven Ain’t A Lot Like Ypsi, I Don’t Wanna Go |
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Watching you drift away, I can see the lights are fading.
This night is growing cold, I can see the lights are fading.
Watching you drift away.
I’m watching you drift away.
Watching you drift away, it didn’t have to end this way.
Drowning my intuitions in corruption.
Trading my resolutions for succession.
Pushing this segregation revolution.
Stand up to the oppression, it’s your destruction.
Liberation is so hallowed.
Liberation is so shallow.
Liberation, Liberation, Liberation, Liberation!
I’m watching you drift away. |
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