fade aways on the wall
? of changes ? all
talk of ancient times before
the map ? weathered and worn
?
you're the heart which i remember my way
hand in hand at the ? time
and your ?
and you're ?
always hoping that it's ?
a secret ?
?
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
tomorrow is today
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The Marked Attic Rehearsal (1986)
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