| I sing most every night when the lights are low and we all die
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| and we die most every night
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| we die, we die, we die
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| and we die when the lights are low
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| cause that is how our story’s told
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| and we die when the strangers leave in a morning full of bad ideas
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| Our hearts fall right out of our chest
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| so it’s out on the porch for our last breath
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| and inside with the rising sun we all fall down one by one
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| and I sing most every night when the lights are low and we all die
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| and we die most every night
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| we die, we die, we die
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| So one thing I’ve learned my friends is all good times have to end
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| and when those times come around we burn, we burn, we burn, them down
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| and I sing most every night when the lights are low and we all die
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| and we die most every night
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| we die, we die, we die
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| So I’m ready to return to any number you are assigned
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| and one thing I promised her is I live I live tonight
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| And I sing most every night when the lights are low and we all die
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| And we die most every night
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| we die, we die, we die
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| And I sang most every night when the lights were low and we all died
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| And we died most every night
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| we died, we died, we died |