| You
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| Already burned down the town of our ghosts
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| I know
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| The bridges of our hope they fall
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| Broken
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| If you pick up the pieces
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| Like fallen leaves on the ground
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| Can you feel my darkness as your sun
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| If it all goes down to the same old story
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| Now I know it all
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| Now I know that all
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| Is fair in the love and war
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| This foundation of a solitude
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| A brick after another brick
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| Either heaven or hell
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| Still built to be my haven
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| Like living in a déjà vu
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| With everything I see in you
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| Only a rain on parade
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| So feel the doom when I’m here with you
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| If you pick up the pieces
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| Like fallen leaves on the ground
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| Can you feel my darkness as your sun
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| If it all goes down to the same old story
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| Now I know it all
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| Now I know that all
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| Is fair in the love and war
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| Oh how we fall in these hearts of the ghosts
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| Oh how we form the broken
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| I guess the silence is golden if you feel none
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| Heart of a frozen is easier to hold on
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| All for the broken
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| We form the broken now
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| We form the broken
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| We form the broken
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| If you pick up the pieces
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| Like fallen leaves on the ground
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| Can you feel my darkness as your sun
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| If it all goes down to the same old story
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| Now I know it all
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| Now I know that all
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| Is fair in the love and war
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| Many dreams we’ve drowned in the past
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| Many narrow lines never made us last
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| Together we form the broken
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| And heal our wings on our own |