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Darlin', don't you understand? |
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That there are no winners? |
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Or metals hung from silken strands |
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To greet you at the finish |
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As we're dissolving into the sea |
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I only take what I can carry |
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As the council's combing through our debris |
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For the treasures we never buried |
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My love, why do you run? |
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For my hands hold no guns |
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Darling though you may pretend |
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Pretend that you are selfless |
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You break with but the slightest bend |
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That leaves you lost and helpless |
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So to whom will you place the call? |
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In the coldest night of winter? |
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As numbers change and people fall |
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And friends, they always splinter |
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My love, why do you run? |
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For my hands hold no guns |
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My love, why do you run? |
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For my hands hold no guns |
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They hold no guns |
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No, not one |