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The sun spread across the land |
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And now with broken hands |
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We're sifting through the sand |
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But it's blowing out of control |
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Too fast, we let it burn too fierce to last |
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The twisting wheels of melting glass |
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Even after all that's passed |
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I can feel it starting again |
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Like cars cutting through the night |
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We never looked twice |
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At what we left behind |
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Just kept our eyes on the lines |
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Stretched off into the dark |
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So we never asked |
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If this could ever stop |
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Burning out of control too fast |
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We let it burn to fierce to last |
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The twisting wheels of broken glass |
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Even after all that's passed |
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I can feel it starting again |
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I can feel it starting again |
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I can feel it starting again |
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I can feel it starting again |
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I can feel it starting again |
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Again, again, again, again |
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Again, again, again, again |
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Again |
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I don't know what we've started |
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But I'll tell you how it ends |
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We'll be walking through the sunset |
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As we feel, it's starting over again |
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No, I don't know what we started |
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But I'll tell you how it ends |
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We'll be walking through the sunset |
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As we feel, it's starting over again |
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Again |
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As we feel, it's starting over again |
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Again |
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As we feel, it's starting over again |
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Again |
