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We were brothers there, we were running away |
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In a mountain town on the other side of the world |
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And I remember the night as clear as day |
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I wanted to leave but you had to stay |
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You were high on romance |
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And on a one-on-one with Fate |
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You stepped outside just for a moment |
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For a cigarette and to watch the stars |
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And that was all you said |
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And one by one we came outside, shouting for you, shouting for you |
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The laughter swallowed by the trees, shouting for you |
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Do the gods take the children, do the gods take the children |
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That belong to them, that belong to them? |
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Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children |
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Their mark upon you, their mark upon you |
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The hours turned to days and the days began to stretch |
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And the shepherds combed the hills |
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The way they search for straying sheep |
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Before they're taken by the wolves |
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And I tried to think about who was there |
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Put pictures of you everywhere but there were only questions |
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And the local police shrugged their shoulders |
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Said the files are all still open, empty pages, nothing more |
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Do the gods take the children, do the gods take the children |
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That belong to them, that belong to them? |
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Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children |
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Their mark upon you, their mark upon you |
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And for a while in hometown street |
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There were candles lit in every window |
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But soon it dwindled just to one |
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And the frantic phone-calls became shorter |
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And no one speaking English now |
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And nothing much to tell anyhow |
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And the wilderness we carry with us |
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It's like a dream of innocence |
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And the gods take their children, and the gods take their children |
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Their mark upon you, their mark upon you |
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Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children |
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I miss you, I miss you |
