| In the coldest hour something’s going down
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| Whatever pierced the heart it didn’t make a sound
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| I am terrified but I’m not losing sleep
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| If I’m falling then I’m falling at her feet
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| I’m leaving America, I’m taking a girl
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| I’m selling my soul again, I’m gaining the world
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| Every sense defies this impossible dream
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| None of the history books describe what I’ve seen
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| The rose, the breath, the undying spark
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| The lotus heart’s open, embracing the dark
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| The uncharted road is the not-coming-back
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| The language I speak is the words that I lack
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| The oncoming cars, the wedding of stars
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| Well I know your name or recognise your face
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| Or by what means I’ll be delivered from this place
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| Here comes the gun, there goes the flash
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| Once the bullet leaves it’s never coming back
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| The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
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| And every detail embodies the world
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| What kind of goals define this impossible dream
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| None of the picture-books reflect all I’ve seen
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| I’m leaving America, I’m taking the girls
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| I’m far from the future and ambush the world
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| The scent of magnolia, the face of a girl
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| And every detail embodies the world
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| What kind of goals define this impossible dream
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| None of the history books describe where I’ve been
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| I’m leaving America, I’m taking a girl
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| I’m far from the future and ambush the world |