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Guess we came up in a ghost town. |
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Now all those buildings have burned down. |
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Another price to be paid for being free. |
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It's getting harder to see now that the lights have all gone out. |
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Can't pay for the electricity. |
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And all along they've been saying nothing new to me. |
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Lately, seems right is wrong and wrong is everything we need maybe. |
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And still the beds are burning, burning in our sleep. |
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Take me away from everything I see. |
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There' gunshots on the dancefloor. |
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Please tell me what do we die for? |
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And by the way, yesterday, bet you were me. |
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Seen hard days, probably see more. |
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There's police at the front door saying |
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"by the way, yesterday, heard you were free." |
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And all along they've been saying nothing new to me. |
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Lately, seems right is wrong and wrong is everything we need maybe. |
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And still the beds are burning, burning in our sleep. |
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Take me away from everything I see. |
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And we'll dance on the ashes of what's left, |
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as long as these hearts beat in our chests. |
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And we fell through the railings and pavements, |
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while I wondered if they get what I get. |
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And I promise you I won't be leaving, |
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without taking you where I go. |
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See the price of belief's in believing. |
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Anywhere that we go we'll be share this same old song. |
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And we'll be standing singing. |
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As if it's life we're living. |
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As if it's blood we're spilling. |
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As if we're leaving here someday. |
