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With a loud noise |
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Everything breaks, |
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Everything falls |
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Rips open, leaves a hole |
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Follow the black moon in |
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Follow the flashing gates |
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Alone at last.... |
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Bury it inside, bury it |
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Bury it inside, bury it... |
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Come home... |
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His wife died, saw her face |
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Revealed, refused, |
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Coming home |
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Kept it outside, |
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Laughed it goodbye |
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He wants tears, he cries |
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Turning it out blind |
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Leaving home |
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Goodbye |
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He ? |
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Cannot say goodbye |
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Finished |
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Hope this dog don't spin me around again |
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Your face in paragraphs, |
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Caught in a game of hope |
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A year, found another year |
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A year, found another year |
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When we sit at a table |
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There's fire between the guests |
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When your hands don't touch |
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There's sand in your place |
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And fire under your nail |
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Nobody knew, so nobody cared |
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Nobody knows... |
