I'm a Parade

Inside your arms

I'm a parade

Drunken soldiers

Struck pissing the range

For the evening

We had no aided waters through garden

A missionless day

Been all the times

That we said a place

That much lack of sounds

This movie star days

Inside your arms

Almost blocked way

You stand stiff out of attention

But the lord those missions

As we march forth

Cured of the pains

With horse force we sing

I'm tired afraid

Laa laa laa

Laa laa laa

Laa

Laa laa laa

Laa laa laa

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Laa laa laa

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Laa laa laa

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