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Tell me when the world is ending |
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You won't be there still pretending |
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I was just someone you would love to love |
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But never love |
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I know people without substance |
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Will fill themselves with substances |
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But then, honey child |
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There was us |
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There still is |
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I will come running |
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Gunning through the years |
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Hunting heart |
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Crushing fear |
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I am still haunting |
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Down the roads |
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I knowOf the hell that begs and burns |
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BelowTell me that the stars exploded |
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Heaven caved in |
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Earth corroded |
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I was still breaking my body in when you first touched me |
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I know people will say |
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We've thrown our lives away |
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But is there a trail to salvation |
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Or salvation anyway? |
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I will come running |
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Gunning through the years |
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Hunting heart |
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Crushing fear |
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I am still haunting |
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Down the roads |
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I knowOf the hell that begs and burns |
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BelowTheir love laughs at locksmiths |
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We're smashing through the windows |
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Of delicate dream homes |
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I feel so crowded alone |
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The empathy of breaking chains |
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The sympathy in crashing waves |
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Careful boy, caution girl |
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I do not think we were meant for this world |
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I will come running |
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Gunning through the years |
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Hunting heart |
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Crushing fear |
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Forever haunted |
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By the roads |
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I knowAnd if not above |
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I'll see you below. |
