| Night fall we ride
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| With lips shaped from Oblivion
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| A Smell of leather and dye
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| Among the lambs clothed in white
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| Under Blankets of smoke and breathtaking Vermilion
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| The bad boy type
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| We are the things that go bump in the night
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| Under spells in candlelight
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| They praise our eyes
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| Dreamless and shaped from Oblivion
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| Scars are diamonds at night
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| Same twinkle… different light
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| Under blankets of spells in candlelight
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| We are children of the night and the ruins of paradise
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| Only you can live your life
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| Angels will still cry at night
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| Things aren’t always black and white
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| But I’m not the one to complicate anyone
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| Or all the things you love
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| I saw you in the backseat love
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| Under scars that shine
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| I know you know, I’m just a dirty one
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| I live under the stars with a mouthful of blood
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| Forever young!
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| Join the fold and God rest your soul
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| Earn your place under the sun
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| And ride shotgun
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| Earn your place under the sun
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| Learn to speak with a forked tongue
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| Let’s ride…
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| Put the windows down. |
| Feel the wind growing
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| Down the dirt roads…
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| Where we feel at home covered in the pine trees… Ghosting
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| Slivers of you die off blowing all over
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| Down the dirt roads…
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| Into the unknown covered in the pine trees… Ghosting
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| I saw you in the backseat love
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| Under scars that shine
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| I know you know, I’m just a dirty one
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| I live under the stars with a mouthful of blood
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| Forever young!
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| Join the fold and God rest your soul
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| You’re so beautiful… |