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We dismiss the back roads |
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To ride these streets unafraid |
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Resigned to scraping paint |
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From our bones unashamed |
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No more the eye upon you |
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No more the simple man |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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As you might have guessed |
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All is never shown |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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And in my prayers |
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I dream alone |
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A silent speech to deaf ear |
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If you want love you must be love |
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But if you bleed love you will die loved |
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No more the lie upon you |
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Cast into stone and autumn shade |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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As you might have sensed |
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We won't make it home |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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Before the rites of spring |
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Come to mean all things |
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A little taste of what may come |
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A mere glimpse of what has gone' |
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Cause for the moment we are free |
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We seek to bind our release |
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Too young to die, too rich to care |
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Too fucked to swear that |
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I was there |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
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As you might have guessed |
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We won't make it home |
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Desolation yes, hesitation no |
