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Oh meet me when the morning fails on the fields of desire |
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Oh meet me when I lost my part in the choir of dusk |
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Where the promise to lead what is right |
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As we both know how fields will turn white |
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And know I will never speak of days |
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Cause I know you wont count them. |
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No we have never grown a day from the poison we shared |
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And we're walking our crooked backs home |
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But will we ever confess what we've done? |
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Guess we're still kids on the run. |
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And no we will never be a part of the pictures once taken |
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When we're feeding fire with the flames til no memories gone |
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And the cold sky will write us a song |
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But will we ever confess what we've done? |
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Guess we're still kids on the run |
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And the reflections in their eyes |
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Sure could paint us as killers |
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Oh, I'll be there. |
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And til the terror of our time |
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Could forgive us as lovers |
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Oh, lets break some hearts.... |
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And no I will never speak of ways |
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'cause I know you wont try them |
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But all the weapons raining from the sky |
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will be ours to embrace |
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And the cold sky will write us a song |
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But will we ever confess what we've done |
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Guess we're still kids on the run. |
