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We found our own placeMaking money for the first timeWe burned the days awaySitting pretty on a landslideThey would come when I called outPremonitions fail to blow outFire in the future lighthouseBut where were youWhen I called out?We built a hideawaySelling tickets to the afterlifeWe blew our minds awayTripping softly on a landlineThey would come when I called outPremonitions fail to blow outFire in the future lighthouseBut where were youWhen I called out? From Letras Mania