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I saw you rushing to the fire |
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Balanced on the bones with a darkness in your eyes |
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Our thoughts were crippled by desire |
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Suddenly gestalt just colliding in the light |
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I know, concentric rings in the bones aside, |
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We've surely grown up |
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I know, the lead to hands that wring and dry your eyes |
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Before it's too much |
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Our thoughts were wicked by design |
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If we could get home, then we could get us right |
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I'll watch you wither up in time |
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Then let you grow alone, just colliding in the light |
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Though in time |
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We were hanging on the subtlest sign |
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Waiting on the final cry |
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Just ringing out a sign |
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But tonight we're surprised if we're runners in the night |
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I know concentric rings in the bones don't lie |
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We've surely grown up |
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I know, these hands that wring they're gonna dry your eyes |
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Before we give enough |
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Though in time |
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We were hanging on the subtle sign |
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Waiting on the final cry |
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But when you gonna dry your eyes |
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We were holding up the keep and more |
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After hanging on the final chord |
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"It'll be alright," his voice informed |
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Just ringing out a sign |
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But tonight, well you're mine, |
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And we're runners in the night |
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After the night and more |
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After hanging on the final chord |
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"It'll be alright," he screamed and more |
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Just ringing out a sign |
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But tonight, well you're mine, |
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And we're runners in the night |
