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We are so perfectly aligned |
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The wind chilled calls a seizure |
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I'm much colder than you know |
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You marvel at the story |
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From third story windows |
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That spell out betrayal |
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The traitors always look the same from here |
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I'd save them if I could |
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The dawning hits I sleep |
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I pause to hear her fall |
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She spoke of perfect silence |
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But all I got was |
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A lifetime I've been waking up |
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On the road |
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A lifetime I've been hunting ghosts |
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We shoot to kill the lights |
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On the way down I see her |
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(she spoke of lower altitudes |
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I'm much colder than you know) |
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We're so perfectly aligned |
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The winds call as seizure |
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And I'm much colder than you know [x2] |
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Your fairytale is ending from the tale end |
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At this perfect vanity we've lost |
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She spoke of broken knees |
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And burning trees |
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I'd save them if I could |
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The dawning hit I sleep |
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I pause to hear her fall |
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She spoke of perfect silence |
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But all I got was |
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A sudden loss of words |
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Leaves us colder than you know |
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I try to fall asleep |
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But this story it goes on and on |
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We shoot the lights |