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Children play softly around the explosions |
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Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing |
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And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell |
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Ten thousand one hundreths, it's all just a blur |
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Tear at the sheets but there's no one alive |
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The static rings true and your head can't survive |
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Alone in your castle on the 54th floor |
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Can't you hear me calling your name? |
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Yet, the hardest truth to believe |
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That all is worth, and all that is gained |
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Could never replace the most beautiful things |
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That brought you so close to my heart |
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Oh heaven's the place where you're no longer waiting |
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For someone to say that this day turned to poison |
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Roses won't make her feel better tonight |
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Now look what you've done to the sky |
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Brassy like queens, mad men in corsets |
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Paul is waiting for someone to get bent |
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Chasing the arrows, they swoon while they fly |
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Can't you hear me calling your name? |
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Yet, the hardest truth to believe |
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That all is worth, and all that is gained |
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Could never replace the most beautiful things |
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That brought you so close to my heart |
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People wandering the same damn old plains |
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Waiting for wisdom to shout out their names |
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But never exchanging a look or a thrill |
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Would shoot you straight dead in the heart |
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Of beautiful moments... |
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Lastly, we sing to the senses of order |
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A mother lay waiting for a children to comfort |
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That the sky belittered with radiant hearts |
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Waiting to guide you back home... |
