| This is the sound of us coming down,
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| A song about love and what its become.
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| Heads in the sand and blood on our hands.
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| Show us the scars, show who we are.
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| Our love is a ghost town… not a sound.
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| Drink up as it goes down,
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| Cause' our bodies are safe from the flood
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| that washed the innocence in us away.
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| Now we’re stuck with the ghost town, love.
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| So its been strung to one that has run
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| Now its the time that poisons my mind
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| Hear me O’Lord, cut through this cord
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| and know that its time for this to divide.
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| Our love is a ghost town… not a sound
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| Drink up as it goes down,
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| Cause' our bodies are safe from the flood
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| that washed the innocence in us away.
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| Now we’re stuck with the ghost town, love.
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| We were young lifting our voices high
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| Now the song has become tears we cry
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| Can we learn, can we try to turn back time… time.
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| Our love is a ghost town… not a sound
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| Drink up as it goes down,
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| Cause' our bodies are safe from the flood
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| that washed the innocence in us away.
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| Now we’re stuck with the ghost town, love.
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| Now we’re only a ghost town, love. |