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And your face |
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I do know well |
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Every breath breathes |
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Farewell |
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It's so still |
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No soul could tell |
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But one day |
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Like this |
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The angels fell |
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And it's never quite what it seems |
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And it bleeds |
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This setting sun |
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And my arms ache |
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From holding on |
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Let it go |
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This dying light |
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Makes it hard to tell |
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Wrong from right |
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And it's never quite what it seems |
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All the shadows of our doubts |
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And the light that burns too bright |
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Soon burns out |
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And your face |
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You do know well |
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That the race is lost |
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Hold still |
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'Cause the first |
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Shall be the last |
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Those that burn with thirst |
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Will lift their glass |
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And it's never quite what it seems |
