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Streaks of light |
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on the graveyard walk |
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your bright star was crashin' |
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crashin' the dark |
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dreamed of a cold night |
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to freeze it in place |
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dreamed of ship bells and thunder |
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ringin' us under |
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dreamed all the way home |
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that you'd never go |
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talked up and down it |
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mornin', noon and night |
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alone in the optimists chair |
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said our instincts were right |
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but now I know the clean choice |
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was the worst choice of all |
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I'd rather feel guilt |
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than this desert inside |
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I'd rather steal wicked |
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than lay down in pride |
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gone forever |
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forever gone |
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made a mess of this town |
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but that's what we always do |
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throwin' glass to the floor |
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now it's cuttin' right through |
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more than a year's time |
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'til ya give up the scheme |
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my wood matches meltin' |
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the ghosts from your wedding ring |
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never trusted fate |
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but I wish that I had |
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fate is what answered |
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your slow cry for help |
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fate was your motive |
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your fate was yourself |
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gone forever |
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forever gone |
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made a mess of this town |
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but that's what we always do |
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throwin' glass to the floor |
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now it's cuttin' right through |
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gone forever |
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forever gone |
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I'd rather feel guilt |
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than this desert inside |
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I'd rather steal wicked |
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than lay down in pride |
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seems like a long time... oooh! |
