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Stop, you wouldn't wanna waste it
Think of a dove,
Oh how could you misplace it,
No you can't replace it
Run, run, run, run,
We should get in before the setting of the sun
Lost in a melody
That which i should've done i did not do
And now the song is sung
Stop, there's red upon the rapids
Birthday or none, the consequence is tragic,
Smaller than tears, heavy the ocean
Little blue flowers, faces of georgia,
Bathe on the rocks, bathe in the spring
Run, run, run, run,
We should get in before the setting of the sun
Lost in a melody
That which i should've done i did not do
And now the song is sung
Stop
We are ... lost in a melody
We are ... lost in a melody
We are ... lost in a melody