| We were young, we thought we could see into the future
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| We were young, we thought we could see into the future
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| Such a thing to see the colours in our bruises
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| Alchemised to be the blood of the city
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| It’s only the end
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| These hills turn into mountains
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| I’ll always be a friend
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| Don’t think that they can ever haunt you
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| Ships dazzling
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| But no one will ever see me like you do
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| We were young, we thought we could see into the future
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| We were young, we thought we could see into the future
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| Can’t you see the view is only getting weirder
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| Tragic eyes only see a blood-loving city
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| It’s only the end
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| These hills turn into mountains
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| I’ll always be a friend
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| Don’t think that they can ever haunt you
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| Ships dazzling
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| But no one will ever see me like you do
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| Let’s go into the future
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| Let’s go out in the new year
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| I’ve been missing up the life I’ve known so long
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| I’ve known you’re alright
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| I’m guessing the point of the lesson’s
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| To know there’s a way we can fail with a sense of fluorescence
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| Think I’ll sail
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| It’s only the end
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| These hills turn into mountains
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| I’ll always be a friend
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| Don’t think that they can ever haunt you
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| Ships dazzling
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| But no one will ever see me like you do
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| Oh, no one will ever see me like you |