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Make our escape, you're my own papillon.
The world turns too fast, feel love before it's gone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
My papillon, feel love when it's shone.
It kicks like a sleep twitch!
Darling, just don't put down your guns yet,
if there really was a God here,
he'd have raised a hand by now.
Now darling, you're born get old and die here,
well that's quite enough for me,
we'll find our own way home somehow.
No sense of doubt, of what you can achieve.