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I let go of these cold nights long ago and now it's time for you to follow suit. |
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Take those night sky tears and burning eyes stinging from pursuit; take your regret and sallow timbre and throw it to the ocean where misery can seek it out - you know misery loves a lonely stranger. |
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And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long. |
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Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest to resonate something more tangible. |
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The angles, they're cutting in, they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends. |
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire. |
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores, and homeward bound, and homeward bound |
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And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long. |
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Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest to resonate something more tangible. |
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The angles, they're cutting in, they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends. |
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire. |
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores, and homeward bound, and homeward bound |
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Oh yeah you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace, you'll find your solidarity and peace. you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace, you'll find your solidarity and peace. |
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire. |
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores, and homeward bound, and homeward bound |
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So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire. |
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Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight; tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores, and homeward bound, and homeward bound |
