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I came with the harvest |
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I flew with the flames |
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We are the same |
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The black seeds of autumn |
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And cold winter rain |
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We are the same |
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Come |
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Come tear us open |
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Always felt that it was us not you |
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I am broken in two |
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Come tear us open |
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Always felt that it was me not you |
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I... now that I'm broken |
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I'm broken, not broken, not spoken to |
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Not spoken to |
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Six months have passed now |
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We're weary we're cold |
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Are the fires the same? |
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Still burning the same? |
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Is the fire the same? |
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Is the fire the same? |
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So we came during autumn and left with the snow |
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Our hearts had grown weary, we were wounded and cold |
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So I took my comrades hand I stared him in the eyes and said |
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We'll come back in spring but then the bomb sirens bled |
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Come |
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Come tear us open |
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Always felt that it was me not you |
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I... now that I'm broken |
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I'm broken, not broken, not spoken to |
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Not spoken to |
