| First breath of morning, until the break of light
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| We feed our hunger tonight
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| And for our promise, under purple sky
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| We will stand trial
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| And when it’s over, into the light
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| We fade into the sun
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| And fatal whispers, beyond the night
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| We’re assassins with water guns
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| Through cobblestone yards and cupboard-steps
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| We hunger deep, to feed our souls
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| Is there a warrior, with a broken heart
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| Keeping us apart
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| And when it’s over, into the light
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| We fade into the sun
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| And fatal whispers beyond the night
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| We’re assassins with waterguns |