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Goodbye circus wheel |
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May you rest along the seas |
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Well I've given you the fire of my youth |
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And the triumph of my enemies |
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And goodbye to fairweather home |
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And your faithless factories |
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I have given you the blood and the truth |
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From the wounds that they laid on me |
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And whatever they left |
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I kept it for my own heart |
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And the lonesome understand |
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With the choirs in my head |
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And we were orphans before |
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We were ever the sons of regret |
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My baby |
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And on and on and on |
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How the alphabet boys carry on |
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We were orphans before |
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We were ever the sons of the songs |
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And now my lights, they never go down |
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The watch the moon and stars for me now |
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So you can find some local Libertine |
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To take your daughters out on the town |
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And I can feel it in my aging bones |
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How the sound of the rain mixes up |
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Into the fountains where I drank my hero's blood |
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So I left you to find my very own hat full of rain |
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And the lonesome understand |
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With the choirs in my head |
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And we were orphans before |
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My baby |
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And on and on and on |
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How the alphabet boys carry on |
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We were orphans before |
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We were ever the sons of the songs |
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Now I'm trying to keep it straight |
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Learning all the streets and the alleyways |
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And learning where they lead |
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Now that I'm left alone here to drive |
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But it's so hard to stand on your own |
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Against mirror of glass, heart, and cold |
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But the clothes I wore |
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Just don't fit my soul anymore |
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No the clothes I wore |
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Just don't fit my soul anymore |
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And the lonesome understand |
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With the choirs in my head |
| [02:36.83] |
And we were orphans before |
| [02:38.32] |
We were ever the sons of regret |
| [02:39.70] |
My baby |
| [02:42.26] |
And on and on and on |
| [02:44.88] |
How the alphabet boys carry on |
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We were orphans before |
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We were ever the sons of your songs |
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When we were young |
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We were diamond Sinatras |
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Like something I saw in a dream |
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We kept our secrets and rules |
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Locked up tight like a tomb |
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Where violent dreamers lay |