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Maybe I'll never have your baby |
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If our love runs out of time. |
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Maybe we'll watch the sunset falling |
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From an ashy, blackened sky. |
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Can we help the dream from dying, |
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Can we confiscate our words? |
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Watch them crush the cars in hiding, |
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Took the bad blood from the earth. |
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One day we'll drive away so far |
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With the monsters on our tails. |
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We'll talk of hiding out in cities, |
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But progression never fails. |
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And we'll laugh about the old days, |
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Of the stupid things they've done. |
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Wipe the filth from our mouth |
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And the water from our sun. |
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Can we have a day of mourning, |
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Take direction from the clouds? |
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No matter where we lay down, |
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We can only scream so loud. |