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If you want the sound of the screams |
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Start turning in a forest to the draw of the lights |
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Running to the river at night, head ringing |
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Watching parents jumping over the sides |
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If you love the sound of the screams |
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Bed jumping, him and her are full of passions tonight |
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Filling up your head with the slides |
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Blood rushing from your collar |
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'Til you run out of life |
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I can see gallows where the old trees were |
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And the lock where they would drown the bikes |
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I see the places that we owned because we found them all first |
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'Fore the generations came behind |
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Now you're telling me that I can't look back |
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I've got a life and all the plans are made |
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Oh well I think I'll take the time before you talk me 'round |
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To put a man o' war in the way |
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Sisters! |
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Looking for the days when the back streets took us |
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Jumping bridges in a fated car |
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I'm searching for them in the boredom of a shop-bought buzz |
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That experimenting tore apart |
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By the field, on the park, I broke my arm |
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And when I did it made a precious sound |
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Like the parting of the lips before the jackals start to howl |
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Like they're doing right here and right now |
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If you want the sound of the screams |
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Start turning in a forest to the draw of the lights |
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Running to the river at night, head ringing |
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Watching parents jumping over the sides |
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If you love the sound of the screams |
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Past longing, better find a way to slow down the time |
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Oh sound of screams, still-beating hearts |
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It's not far enough |
