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Keeping on the outside |
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Glimmer in the moonlight |
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Only shadows go where we are |
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Creeping on the edge of the dark |
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We feel warmth in the cold corners |
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Eyes in the back of our heads |
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We roll out when the day's over |
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Chasing silhouettes |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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We'll be the last ones standing |
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We'll be the last ones |
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We'll be the last ones standing |
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City made of thing glass |
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Smoldering in pitch black |
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Sand so thick you can't see the stars |
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Can't tell good and evil apart |
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We feel warmth in the cold corners |
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Eyes in the back of our heads |
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We roll out when the day's over |
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Chasing silhouettes |
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(x2) |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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When it all goes UP IN FLAMES |
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We'll be the last ones standing |
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We'll be the last ones |
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We'll be the last ones standing |
