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| Artist: | The Chariot |
| Album: | Everything Is Alive, Everything Is Breathing, Nothing Is Dead And Nothing Is Bleeding |
| Song: | If Wishes Were Horses, More Beggars Would Ride Them |
A bullet to the sun. Erase everything we have done. Please, like a thief, won't you come? Put an end to all of this fun. I will see you in a Broadway year, a New York second, a Wall Street minute, A Hollywood moment. This is it. Why does not, this world just stop?