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The sun is gone, and that's all i really know |
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No angels in the air |
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With hearts as good as gold |
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The closer you stand to the gates |
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The more the gates are closed |
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These darkened days |
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Make somebody's hunger and thirst |
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The blessed burns the sun |
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He's throwin' shadows on the earth |
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The shadow you find at the gate |
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And all the gates are closed |
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Oh yeah |
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Anytime you find your race is run |
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Felt much colder standin' in the sun |
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Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down |
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Felt much older than i really was |
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Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down |
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The sun is gone, yeah that's all i really know |
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No angels in the air |
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With hearts as good as gold |
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The closer you stand to the gates |
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The more the gates are closed |
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Anytime you find your race is run |
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Felt much colder standin' in the sun |
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Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down |
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Felt much older than i really was |
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Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down |
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Felt much older standin' in the sun' |
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Waitin' for some warmth and comin' down (repeat) |