| I would fill dark rooms with your word for light and,
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| It’s not quite as pretty as the pictures you painted,
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| But those were just afterthoughts and all your feats are after us.
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| I think they’re after our heads.
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| Dear Lucid,
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| My time is right to dance away.
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| Let the bullets fly.
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| You know they come so close.
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| I’ll bet they put something in the air tonight,
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| Just to light your face.
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| Now bolts of the sky like, are fireworks just like,
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| The ones that ignited the first time our eyes met,
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| But this time it’s over wars, your payback, you’re wanting more.
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| Its gonna make this all over for us.
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| Dear Lucid,
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| Your time is right to dance away.
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| Let the bullets fly.
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| You know they come so close.
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| I’ll bet they put something in the air tonight,
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| Just to light your face.
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| Dear Lucid,
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| Our time is right now.
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| (Dance away, let the bullets fly.)
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| (You know they come so close.)
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| Perfect, this impossibility.
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| (I'll bet they put something in the air tonight.)
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| Oh, and it’s crushing our throat.
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| (So we could dance away.)
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| Will you fight for your agenda,
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| (Let the bullets fly.)
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| Or will you fight for air?
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| Dance away, let the bullet fly.
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| You know they come so close.
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| I’ll bet they put something in the air tonight,
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| So we could dance away.
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| Let the bullets fly.
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| I know they look so close.
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| I’ll bet they put something in the air tonight,
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| Just to light your face.
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| Dear Lucid. |