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they hover with their holy lights |
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and begin to stir the skies |
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going down through swift clouds |
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yes: they can hover with their holy lights |
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and began to stir the skies |
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going down through swift clouds |
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this time: we'll let them take us |
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oh hell, why not let them break us? |
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for they must be: the holiest of thieves |
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whoa! hey stop! |
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look around look around |
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are we the only ones crazy enough? |
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whoa! hey stop! |
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look around look around |
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are we the only ones giving up? |
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whoa! hey stop! |
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if this is love then don't put up a fight, don't put up a fight |
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whoa! hey stop! |
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look around look around |
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are we the only ones crazy enough |
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i hope this looks like love |
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this time we'll let them take us |
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oh hell, why not let them break us? |
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this time we'll let them take us |
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oh hell, why not let them break us? |
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for they must be, the holiest of theives |
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we'll just let them take us |
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for they must be, the holiest of theives |
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take us now |
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and cut our shaking fists off, at the wrist |
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break us now |
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and burn a hole right through us, with a kiss |
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with your kiss |
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for we hope |
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that this is what loves looks like |
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for they must be the holiest of theives |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
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look around look around |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
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this time |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
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look up look up |
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whoa! hey! stop! |
