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In my rear view mirror the sun is going down |
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Sinking behind bridges in the road |
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I think of all the good things that we have left undone |
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And I suffer premonitions, confirm suspicions |
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Of the holocaust to come |
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The rusty wire that holds the cork |
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That keeps the anger in gives way and suddenly it's day again |
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The sun is in the east even though the day is done |
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Two suns in the sunset could be the human race is run |
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Like the moment when the brakes lock |
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And you slide towards the big truck |
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(Oh no) |
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You stretch the frozen moments with your fear |
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And you'll never hear their voices |
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(Daddy, Daddy) |
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And you'll never see their faces |
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You have no recourse to the law anymore |
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As the windshield melts my tears evaporate |
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Leaving only charcoal to defend |
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Finally I understand the feelings of the few |
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Ashes and diamonds, foe and friend |
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We were all born equal in the end |