| Were it all had meaning
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| Were we fell in love for the first time
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| It erupts in nights like this
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| Tangled in the simplicity of…
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| Some far off distant evening with hearts filled to the brim
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| With good intentions and the sweetest of tragedy
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| I hope you hear me coming
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| I hope you turn your head
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| Arms spread wide like Jesus
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| Without the heart or cowardice
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| Or mouthful of easy answers
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| Headlong we pace into the killing fields…
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| Born of fevers and the brooding night sweats
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| And the war about to be waged
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| Stop crying, just give me the keys
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| I hope you hear me coming
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| I hope you turn your head
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| Stop crying, just give me the fucking keys
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| Headlong into the killing fields
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| These days I am becoming bulletproof
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| The bells are ringing
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| It’s the end of the line
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| I’m becoming your fears
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| I’m becoming every broken heart
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| I hope you hear me coming
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| I hope you turn your head |