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Wake up we're here it's so much worse |
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than we feared |
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There's nothing left here the country has |
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disappeared |
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The winter trees bleeding leave red blood |
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The summer sweet dreaming April blush |
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But none of that is ever gonna mean as |
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much to me again |
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Hold out your hand so much you don't understand |
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So stick as close as you can all of |
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the best laid plans |
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You've got the white clouds hanging |
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so high above you |
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You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot |
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The shots to feed the hungry weekend |
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news crew anchorman |
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So every evening we can watch from above |
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Crushed cities like a bug |
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Fold ourselves into each others guts |
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Turn our faces up to the sun |
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I won't take no I won't let you go |
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All by yourself oh no you need my help |
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When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier |
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The snowflakes break through the atmosphere |
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And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers |
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and disappear |
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Every evening we can watch from above |
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Crushed cities like a bug |
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Fold ourselves into each others blood |
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And turn our faces up to the sun |
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