| Loading up for the one that comes
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| there’s no time to take a breath, there is no time to speak
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| pack your sheets and let it be
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| Hurry up as you start to dry
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| desert leaves won’t take your fault away without a leak
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| better feeding howling beasts
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| Let me out when it starts to sound
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| and when I’ll be back
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| I swear it will be better
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| Let me suggest the way in
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| Show me the road to the edge
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| Show me the best
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| Sometimes it’s use to fight alone
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| Now that we’re close to the end
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| Show me your best
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| As you said, this Fall won’t taste innocence
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| (And when I’ll be back…)
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| And when I’ll be back…
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| I swear it will be better
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| and when you’ll be back
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| my head won’t lose the bearing
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| Stab me right here on my chest
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| Show me the road to the edge
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| Show me the best
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| Sometimes it’s use to fight alone
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| Now that we’re close to the end
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| Show me your best
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| As you said «fall down with me», I said «yeah»
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| I was starting to think
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| That getting bad was getting old
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| But everybody was dressed with the worst of the faces, not even a chance
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| To start with this
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| it’s like a stop midway in the air
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| it takes guts to start from the end, to call back your senses after you have
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| been dead |