| Children play softly around the explosions
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| Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing
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| And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell
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| Ten thousand one hundreths, it’s all just a blur
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| Tear at the sheets but there’s no one alive
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| The static rings true and your head can’t survive
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| Alone in your castle on the 54th floor
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| Can’t you hear me calling your name?
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| Yet, the hardest truth to believe
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| That all is worth, and all that is gained
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| Could never replace the most beautiful things
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| That brought you so close to my heart
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| Oh heaven’s the place where you’re no longer waiting
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| For someone to say that this day turned to poison
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| Roses won’t make her feel better tonight
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| Now look what you’ve done to the sky
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| Brassy like queens, mad men in corsets
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| Paul is waiting for someone to get bent
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| Chasing the arrows, they swoon while they fly
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| Can’t you hear me calling your name?
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| Yet, the hardest truth to believe
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| That all is worth, and all that is gained
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| Could never replace the most beautiful things
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| That brought you so close to my heart
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| People wandering the same damn old plains
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| Waiting for wisdom to shout out their names
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| But never exchanging a look or a thrill
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| Would shoot you straight dead in the heart
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| Of beautiful moments…
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| Lastly, we sing to the senses of order
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| A mother lay waiting for a children to comfort
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| That the sky belittered with radiant hearts
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| Waiting to guide you back home… |