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What have we done, what have we done |
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What will we be when the day comes? |
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Will we still have it all? |
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Will we fall into piles of trembling bones on the floor? |
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The bird never flies with wings tied behind |
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The girl doesn't sing in the dark |
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Twisted and painful she came to me |
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Shameful and we told our secret afraid of the morning star |
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How will she live without me now |
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Cover our footsteps in burgundy wine |
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Fight for composure, I'll give her mine |
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Will we have the strength for the boy with the colorful name? |
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The bird never flies with wings tied behind |
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And the girl doesn't sing in the dark |
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Twisted and painful she came to me |
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Shameful and we told our secret afraid of the morning star |
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How will she live without me now |