| When there’s storm clouds higher than heaven
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| And there’s angels defeating themselves
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| And you can’t get past half past eleven
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| Without feeding the sharks on the shelf
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| Then…
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| Faster than the setting sun we’ll run away
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| Faster than the setting sun
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| Faster than the setting sun we’ll run away
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| When you can’t sleep for all of these visions
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| Of the iridescent lands
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| And you can’t reach a single decision
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| Without your wet face kissing your hands
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| Then throw it in the sand
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| (Breathe it in, breathe it out)
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| Try to understand
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| Love lands
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| Faster than the setting sun
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| Faster than the setting sun we’ll run away
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| Faster than the setting sun
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| Faster than the setting sun…
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| Faster than the setting sun we’ll run away
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| Faster than the setting sun
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No they don’t slow dance 'round here no more
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| No more
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| No more |