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There's no hold |
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The moving has come through |
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The danger passing you |
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Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels. |
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It's so cold |
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The dark dug up by dogs |
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The stiches torn and broke |
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The raw meat fist you choke has hit the bloodlite. |
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Glass traps open and close on nite flights |
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Broken necks feather weights press the walls |
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Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights |
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With only one promise, only one way to fall. |
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Glass traps open and close on nite flights |
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Broken necks feather weights press the walls |
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Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights |
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With only one promise, only one way to call. |
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On nite flights, on nite flights |
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On nite flights, only one way to fall |
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On nite flights, on nite flights |
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On nite flights, only one way to fall. |
