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Green hills and enemies |
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These things, they make us sentimental inside |
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Your words are gelignite |
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Or just another sentimental aside |
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We're catching bullets in our teeth |
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And though it's easy when you know how it's done |
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They split the secret up six ways |
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Before they gave it to us just before dawn |
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And now we don't remember |
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Our blood and guts are out |
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We spread our bones across the table at night |
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We cut our fingers off |
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To give ourselves those little extra insights |
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We're catching bullets in our teeth |
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And though they try hard not to say how it's done |
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They always do, they spill the secret out six ways |
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And beg for our forgiveness just before dawn |
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And now we don't remember |
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We're catching bullets in our teeth |
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It's hard to do but they're so sweet |
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And if they take a couple out |
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We try to work things out |
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We catching bullets with our heads |
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And hearts and all the darkest parts of us |
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It's strange to find such light |
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In such endless night |
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So sweet to lose a friend |
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You leave the church and taste |
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The air in your lungs, old lies and fireflies |
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Carve angels on your eyes and all is undone |
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You whisper prayers into the dark |
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Up to a God in whom you've never believed |
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You always do, you split the secret up six ways |
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But it won't make it any easier to see |
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And now we don't remember |
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We're catching bullets in our teeth |
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Its hard to do but they're so sweet |
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And if they take a couple out |
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We try to work things out |
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We're catching bullets with our heads |
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And hearts and all the darkest parts of us |
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It's strange to find such light |
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In such endless night |
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We're catching bullets in our backs |
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We sent the undertaker back |
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Into the garden in the drought |
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To try to work things out |
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We're catching bullets |
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With the best resources that we've got |
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We're happy then again we're not |
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We shout, through the endless doubt |
