| It’s getting dark and I can hear a distant row
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| Although the walls are thick, I can feel the wind grow cold
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| Flowing backwards through my veins
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| If only I could make a change
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| Though I am lost in you
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| This always stays the same
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| You and me chase away the night riding out this storm
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| you and me running out of time as our hearts get thorn
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| our hearts get thorn, our hearts get thorn
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| riding out this storm, riding out this storm
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| Through the breaking light, can you feel
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| a breath of
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| Or is it just a passing phase, tell me you remember how this was
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| I see the light upon your face and your silhouette outraced
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| No, don’t say we’re lost, say we’re gonna find a way
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| You and me chase away the night riding out this storm
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| you and me running out of time as our hearts get thorn
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| our hearts get thorn, our hearts get thorn
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| riding out this storm, riding out this storm
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| we’re onto something
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| We’re both running
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| running so fast
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| we never saw the change coming
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| and our lies burning
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| burning in the sleep
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| You and me chase away the night riding out this storm
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| you and me running out of time as our hearts get thorn
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| our hearts get thorn, our hearts get thorn
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| riding out this storm, riding out this storm
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| riding out this storm |