| A vacant, rising sun ablaze
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| That kind you’ll never see again
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| Well it burns behind you
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| And casts your shadow there
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| But it’s there to blind you
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| And keep your
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| So we don’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| No we don’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| The pain you felt is hanging down
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| And tangled in the ropes of now
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| Well we should unbind it
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| And let it fall to ground
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| And then leave it dying
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| In a most unholy mound
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| And you won’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| No we won’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| No we won’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| (These chains are here to hold you
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| Listen, they’re right behind you)
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| No we won’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| (These shades are here to hold you
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| Listen, they’re right behind you now)
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| So we don’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now
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| No we don’t look backwards
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| We don’t look backwards now |