| The sun spread across the land
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| And now with broken hands
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| We’re sifting through the sand
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| But it’s blowing out of control
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| Too fast, we let it burn too fierce to last
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| The twisting wheels of melting glass
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| Even after all that’s passed
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| I can feel it starting again
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| Like cars cutting through the night
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| We never looked twice
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| At what we left behind
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| Just kept our eyes on the lines
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| Stretched off into the dark
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| So we never asked
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| If this could ever stop
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| Burning out of control too fast
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| We let it burn to fierce to last
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| The twisting wheels of broken glass
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| Even after all that’s passed
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| I can feel it starting again
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| I can feel it starting again
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| I can feel it starting again
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| I can feel it starting again
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| I can feel it starting again
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| Again, again, again, again
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| Again, again, again, again
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| Again
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| I don’t know what we’ve started
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| But I’ll tell you how it ends
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| We’ll be walking through the sunset
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| As we feel, it’s starting over again
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| No, I don’t know what we started
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| But I’ll tell you how it ends
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| We’ll be walking through the sunset
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| As we feel, it’s starting over again
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| Again
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| As we feel, it’s starting over again
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| Again
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| As we feel, it’s starting over again
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| Again |