| Afterlife
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| Oh my God, what an awful word
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| After all the breath and the dirt and the fires are burnt
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| And after all this time, and after all the ambulances go
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| And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on in the dead lights
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| Of the afterglow
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| I’ve gotta know…
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| Can we work it out?
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| If we scream and shout, 'till we work it out
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| Can we just work it out?
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| Scream and shout 'till we work it out
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| 'till we work it out, 'till we work it out
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| 'till we work it out, 'till we work it out
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| Afterlife
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| I think I saw what happens next
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| Oh, it was just a glimpse of you, like looking through a window
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| Or a shallow sea
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| Could you see me?
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| And after all this time
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| It’s like nothing else we used to know
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| And after all the hangers-on are done hanging on in the dead lights
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| Of the afterglow
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| I’ve gotta know…
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| Can we work it out?
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| If we scream and shout, 'till we work it out
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| Can we just work it out?
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| Scream and shout 'till we work it out?
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| But you say, «Oh, when love is gone
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| Where does it go?»
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| And you say,
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| «Oh, when love is gone
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| Where does it go?»
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| And where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| Where do we go?
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| And after this
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| Can it last another night?
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| After all the bad advice
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| That had nothing at all to do with life
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| I’ve gotta know…
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| Can we work it out?
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| If we scream and shout, 'till we work it out
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| Can we just work it out?
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| Scream and shout 'till we work it out?
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| But you say,
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| «Oh, when love is gone
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| Where does it go?»
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| And you say,
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| «Oh, when love is gone
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| Where does it go?»
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| We know it’s gone
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| But where did it go?
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| And where do we go?
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| Is this the afterlife?
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| It’s just an afterlife with you.
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| It’s just an afterlife.
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| It’s just an afterlife.
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| It’s just an afterlife with you.
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| It’s just an afterlife.
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| It’s just an afterlife. |