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Post TropicalRhythm comesTepid then cold Crawling like snakes to a fold Chase it back Back to the ground Beating our fists to the sound No one can look How can anyone, move on, travel on Terrible old love giving it all away Who will come and who will save On the hill Gathering men There to divide through whats left All they sell Gutted then cleaned Throwing what's left in the street How can you look How can anyone, move on, travel on Terrible old love giving it all away Who will come and who will save First to leave, last who gave Who will come and who will save |