| As much as you say that we won’t decay
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| The bombs went off a week ago
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| The grass here is gray, been walking all day
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| But I’m not sure we’ll make it home
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| So if you trust me, hold me close and
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| We’ll turn to sculptures made of sand
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| Once they find us, a thousand years from now
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| We’ll still be right here holding hands
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| Still be glowing, smiling like we didn’t give a damn
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| The lights getting low and the dust to snow
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| The broken windows went everywhere
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| Your clothes may be torn but I’ll keep you warm
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| I’ll shade your eyes from the firestorm
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| So if you trust me, hold me close and
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| We’ll turn to sculptures made of sand
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| Once they find us, a thousand years from now
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| We’ll still be right here holding hands
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| Still be glowing, smiling like we didn’t give a damn
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| So if you trust me, hold me close and
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| We’ll turn to sculptures made of sand
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| Once they find us, a thousand years from now
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| We’ll still be right here holding hands
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| Still be glowing, smiling like we didn’t give a damn |