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Heart beats on the fault line |
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Of love and doubt and wasted time |
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I'm not here to show you up, |
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Break you down or change your mind |
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There's nothing we haven't burned |
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But still this fire makes no light and no heat |
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I have been around the world |
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Riding on the edge of something' |
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Til the dawn was weak |
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Come in darling, stay a while |
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Stay away from |
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God and thieves |
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There is consolation in the human failure of our dreams |
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Come around on the far side |
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Of hate and hurt and misery |
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With my arms empty |
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Wait for you like soldiers at war |
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Like the cross waited for |
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Constantine |
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Come and let her hear |
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The werewolves if she wants to |
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Howling at the moon |
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Waiting for the sweet, embraceable you |
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Come and let her steer |
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Against the tide with sad, slow tunes |
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She might have a way out of here |
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You've been spinning here a while |
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Down among the city lights |
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Shuffle through the bright streets of |
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St. Petersburg |
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Summer white nights |
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And I just wanna hold you up, |
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Face pressed to the velvet sky |
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So you can hear heaven answer |
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Every question you've ever had, |
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Save the ones you wanted me to ask |
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Come and let her hear |
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The werewolves if she wants to |
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Howling at the moon |
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Waiting for the sweet, embraceable you |
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Come and let her steer |
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Against the tide with sad, slow tunes |
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She might have a way out of here |
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She might have enough to fear |
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She is running away |
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With the dust and the bones of the last crusade |
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Reaching across these oceans and fields |
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With a silent sway |
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She is coming home on the last train |
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From this fallen kingdom |
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Come and let her hear |
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The werewolves if she wants to |
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Howling at the moon |
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Waiting for the sweet, embraceable you |
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Come and let her steer |
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Against the tide with sad, slow tunes |
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She might have a way out of here |
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She might have enough to fear |
