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Walk to hear the footsteps |
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They're calling the trails |
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Runs deep |
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So how is this for a mirror image? |
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We've come in time to hear the noise |
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a bullet will solve this with determination |
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we pass as the grass seems |
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to grow thick and we learn as we're blowing in the mist |
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From the front room to the front door |
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This here crime scene seems to lead us into unknown |
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When misery follows our lives into the night |
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Leave the body in the ocean |
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We are untouchable |
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Oh, untouchable now |
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So untouchable now |
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Hold, how easily we let go |
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We let go |
