| Like we understood
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| Made with adrenaline
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| Seeping out through the skin
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| Like only lovers could
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| Here’s where we begin
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| Time is the medicine
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| To heal these needs that only raise our voices
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| Higher, higher
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| Tonight we raise the dead
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| Tonight we bury this in fire, fire
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| Under the shape of years
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| And the weight that brought us here
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| But we can separate
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| To form these hearts in stone
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| Rewrite this pain we own
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| Caught here in the wake
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| Nothing but genuine
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| Built on a skeleton
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| Of fractured parts
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| That only raise our voices
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| Higher, higher
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| Tonight we raise the dead
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| Tonight we bury this in fire, fire
|
| Under the shape of years
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| And the weight that brought us here
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| Better believe the sea of changes
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| And put these battered bones to rest
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| Nothing invisible or nameless
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| Leave no reason to confess (confess)
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| Higher, higher
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| Tonight we raise the dead
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| Tonight we bury this in fire, fire
|
| Under the shape of years
|
| And the weight…
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| Higher, higher (Higher, higher, higher)
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| Tonight we raise the dead
|
| Tonight we bury this in fire, fire
|
| Under the shape of years
|
| And the weight that brought us here
|
| Better believe the sea of changes
|
| And put these battered bones to rest
|
| Nothing invisible or nameless
|
| Leave no reason to confess
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| And raise our voices
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| Higher, higher |