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All the towers of ivory are crumbling |
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And the swallows have shackled their beats |
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This is the time of our great undoing |
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This is the time that I'll come running |
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Straight to you |
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For I am captured straight to you |
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For I am captured one more time |
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The light in our window is fading |
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The candle gutters on the ledge |
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Well, now sorrow, it comes a-stealing |
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And I'll cry, girl, but I'll come a-running |
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Straight to you |
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For I am captured straight to you |
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For I am captured once again |
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And gone are the days of rainbows |
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And gone are the nights of swinging from the stars |
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For the sea will swallow up the mountains |
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And the sky will throw thunderbolts and sparks |
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Straight at you |
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But I'll come running straight to you |
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But I'll come running one more time |
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Heaven has denied us its kingdom |
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The saints are drunk and howling at the moon |
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And the chariots of angels are colliding |
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Well, I'll run, babe, I'll come running |
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Straight to you |
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For I am captured straight to you |
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For I am captured one more time |
