| We’re counting circles, around and around
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| Until we’re down on the floor
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| What were we put here for?
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| We keep on burning a hole in the ground
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| We’re reaching out for more
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| Can’t see the fight in the war
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| If the light leaves our heart
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| Do we know where to start?
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| Whenever the sun goes down
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| Where do we go?
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| When all of the leaves turn brown
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| Where do we go?
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| With every step that we’re taking to the brink
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| We’re cutting ties like a puppet from a string
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| So whether we’re lost or found
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| Where do we go?
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| Before the sky falls, from heaven to ground
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| We’ve go to run for our lives
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| Inside of innocent eyes
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| But when the night calls, we’re tearing it down
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| Until the smoke can rise
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| We are the warning sign
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| When the light leaves our heart
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| Will we know where to start?
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| Whenever the sun goes down
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| Where do we go?
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| When all of the leaves turn brown
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| Where do we go?
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| With every step that we’re taking to the brink
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| We’re cutting ties like a puppet from a string
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| So whether we’re lost or found
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| Where do we go?
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| By the time the music starts to fade away
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| We’ll be in the trenches making our escape
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| Chasing fireflies like bullets to the brain
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| When the light leaves our heart
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| Will we know where to start?
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| Whenever the sun goes down
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| Where do we go?
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| When all of the leaves turn brown
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| Where do we go?
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| With every step that we’re taking to the brink
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| We’re cutting ties like a puppet from a string
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| So whether we’re lost or found
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| Where do we go?
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| Wherever you go |