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There's no light in this room |
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To look at pictures of you |
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And from inside this broken view, that's what's left |
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You stand and I fall |
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Is there a reason here at all |
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You wear these chains of regret |
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Every now and then we get another in the pattern, it's a holy war |
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Every now and then we kinda revel in the end, it's a holy war |
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'Cause the sun don't rise and set on the City of the Angels, it's enough to tear the light from your hands |
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What's been going on |
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What's been going on since you went away |
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And even as I write you from the City of the Angels |
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It's exactly where you want it to be |
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What's been going on, what's been going on since you went away? |
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Every now and then we get another in the pattern, it's a holy war |
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Every now and then we kinda revel in the end, it's a holy war |
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'Cause the sun don't rise and set on the City of the Angels, it's enough to tear the light from your hands |
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What's been going on |
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What's been going on since you went away |
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And even as I write you from the City of the Angels |
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It's exactly where you want it to be |
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What's been going on, what's been going on since you went away? |
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What's been going on, what's been going on since you went away? |
