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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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for the years. Voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream Toys, toys, toys in the attic. Toys, toys, toys in the attic. Toys, toys, toys in the attic. Toys, toys, toys in the attic Light voices
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how I just don't know baby come home. Down by the . tell me know. Come on hanging on this waterfall. What is how I just don't know baby come home. . to the ashes crush back to the attic and him
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. . Chorus. We always had the time to be taking. Boys in the attic. Boys in the attic. We always found a way to be sneaking. Boys in the attic. Boys in the attic. Boys. . Oh we were oh so much in love
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crazy, but I'll never let 'em change me. 'Til they cover me in daisies, daisies, daisies. Verse 2. When did we all stop believing in magic? (Magic). Why did we put all our hopes in a box in the attic
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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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In the attic lights. Voices scream. Nothin' seen. Real's the dream Leaving the things that are real behind. Leaving the things that you love from mind. All of the things that you learned from
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Bài hát My Attic - P!nk. My attic is full of pages, full of crazy. Cluttered spaces that you could not cross. My attic is full of bones and full of hopeless. Young emotions that just won't grow up. I
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tiSweet Emotion. arAerosmith. alToys in the Attic. Sweet emotion. Aerosmith. Lyrics made by Metalfish. Sweet emotion. Sweet emotion. You talk about things that nobody cares. You're wearing out
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how I just don't know baby come home. Down by the . tell me know. Come on hanging on this waterfall. What is how I just don't know baby come home. . to the ashes crush back to the attic and him
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