| castaway storms in the dead of night
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| blaze like arrows that are lit on fire
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| as the smoke rises up in the city
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| all our bodies are tangled and torn
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| while the world spins until we are dizzy
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| we want more
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| we want more
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me what the damage is, oh
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me how hard we got hit
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| some days, most days, and most nights, too
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| can’t sleep for shit, can’t escape bad news
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| nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what i go through
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| nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what i turn to
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me what the damage is, oh
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me how hard we got hit
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me what the damage is, oh
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me how hard we got hit
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| you better learn, you better learn
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| we don’t apologize
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| we’ve heard this all before
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| we’re coming back for more
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| letting you go, letting you bleed
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| just give us what we need
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| we’re washing up on shore
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| we’re coming back for more
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me what the damage is, oh
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me how hard we got hit
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me what the damage is, oh
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| we’re in the golden years
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| don’t tell me how hard we got hit |