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Baby, I went back to funeral row |
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Kicking through the old streets |
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Of a place |
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I once called home, not long ago |
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Searching for an omen, looking for a sign |
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Looking for the place |
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I swore an oath |
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Of love undying, of love undying |
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But I'm tired of this dull ache |
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This endless and fake parade |
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I'm gonna torch my name and my trade |
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Run into the bright lights |
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Run into the bright lights |
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Brother don't go back to funeral row |
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The streets have fallen silent |
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And the cross no longer glows on funeral row |
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And I'm tired of this dark place |
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Where hope dies and hope fades |
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I'm gonna leave these shadows behind |
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Head into the bright lights |
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Head into the bright lights |
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So come on |
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Red get your guitar |
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Feed the flames and feed the fire |
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Wishing things won't make them so |
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And the truth is |
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I refuse to go' |
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Cause the shadow's where the best things hide |
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You can keep the brightest light |
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You can keep the brightest light |
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You can keep the blinding light |
