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They hold each others hands |
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They walk without a sound |
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Down forgotten streets |
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Their shadows kiss the ground |
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Their footsteps sing a song |
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That's ended before it's begun |
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They walk without a sound |
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The desperate ones |
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Just like the tiptoe moth |
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That dance before the flame |
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They burn their hearts so much |
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That death is just a name |
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And if love calls again |
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So foolishly they run, they run, they run |
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They run, they run, they run, they run |
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They run without a sound |
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The desperate ones |
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I know the road they're on |
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I've walked their crooked mile |
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A hundred times or more |
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I drank their cup of bile |
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They watch their dreams go down |
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Be hind the settin sun |
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Yeh, yeh, yeh, they walk without a sound |
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The desperate ones |
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Le he who threw the stone at them |
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Stand up and take a bow |
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He knows the verb "to love" |
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But he'll never, never, never know how |
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On the bridge of nevermore |
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They disappear one by one |
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Disappear without a sound |
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The desperate ones |
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And underneath the bridge |
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The water's sweet and deep |
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This is their journey's end |
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The land of endless sleep |
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They cry to us for help |
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We think it's all in fun, |
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They cry, they cry, they cry, they cry |
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Without a sound |
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They disappear without a sound |
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They walk without a sound without a sound |
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Disappear without a sound |
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Cry without a sound |
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Yai, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj, yaj |
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The desperate ones |
