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These years of mine run red like a bloodline if I was the last son |
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Prostrate, I wait, but silence is not for me - I shout 'til they come |
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Oh, stop leaving my heart on the ground |
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Oh, stop needing my eyes to follow you around |
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Oh, stop leaving me behind |
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'Cause someone's got to come and take us all out of here |
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Before there's nothing left |
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Someone's got to come and take us all out of here |
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These years of mine beat fast as a heartline, getting faster with every one |
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And you might think it's foolish, sometimes I think it's foolish, so what? So what? |
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And it's not all we've got |
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It's not all we've got |
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It's not all we've got |
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But it feels like it sometimes |
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Bah bah bah... |
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'Cause someone's got to come and take us all out of here |
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Before there's nothing left |
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Someone's got to come and take us all out of here |
