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It's like the day has turned to rust |
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Like every dream's been sealed shut |
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Like every door is closed before we've gotten out |
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As bullets rip the air in two from house to house |
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We are all that we are, so terribly sorry |
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We are all that we are, so terribly sorry |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours |
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I see the crowds they're giving way |
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For some, they're better off that day |
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The bombs blew off the shells |
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Their glowing red at burst |
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The less there is to feel each night upon the Earth |
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We are all that we are, so terribly sorry |
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We are all that we are, so terribly sorry |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours |
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The moon you've felt, it has no side |
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That's dark like hell, or safe from light |
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Just blown apart, by wind from stars |
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With white dust tides, to pull on ours... |