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We never fear the night |
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We bring our own starlight |
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Dropped on the world below |
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Wait for the afterglow |
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We never fear the night |
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We bring our own starlight |
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Dropped on the world below |
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Wait for the afterglow |
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And in the dark they wed |
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We're dancing with the dead |
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And if the ground's been stained |
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Colors run in the rain |
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Run away, no delay - do we have to show you? |
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Don't expect mercy yet, we don't even know you |
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Hear the press, nothing less - saying that we don't care |
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Understand it's the land and you'd have to be there |
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We never contemplate |
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We only offer fate |
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And in the night they arc |
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Flowering in the dark |
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Filling the sky with red |
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Till all their needs are fed |
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Then like the childhood tear |
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They quickly disappear |
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Run away, no delay - do we have to show you? |
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Don't expect mercy yet, we don't even know you |
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Hear the press, nothing less - saying that we don't care |
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Understand it's the land and you'd have to be there |
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Run away, no delay - do we have to show you? |
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Don't expect mercy yet, we don't even know you |
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Hear the press, nothing less - saying that we don't care |
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Understand it's the land and you'd have to be there |
