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Dedicated
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I Am Not Lefthanded
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When there are those puppets on the candlelight And the southern wind blows cold When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night When there are those cups left on my table side And the southern wind won't flow When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside Well then I think I know Well then I know it's all about surprises thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night thousand houses in my head Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning Faces that I dedicate to turn When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
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