| And now it’s happening
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| The sky is falling
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| But it’s not rain
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| And everywhere I step
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| There’s gray gaping
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| Hungry grays
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| Like hatchlings in the nest
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| With their mouths open
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| My tears are gonna fall
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| And I can’t hold them
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| So I’ll keep listening to
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| Wild horses (wild horses)
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| Again and again
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| Sounds are deafening
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| It’s god calling
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| But no one left to say
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| And in this broken dawn
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| There’s no birds singing
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| But I am not afraid
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| So rest your head on
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| My shoulder
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| I’ll promise soon
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| It’ll all be over
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| And I’ll keep listening to
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| Wild horses (wild horses)
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| Again and again
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| So I’ll keep listening to
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| Wild horses (wild horses)
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| Again and again
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| It’s been a long time coming on
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| And we are weak yes when we pretend to be strong
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| And though I’m all out of hope
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| I just wanna find peace
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| And I wanna thank something that was even alive
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Ah yeah
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Ah yeah
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| (Hold me close now Holy Ghost)
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| Hold me close, Holy Ghost
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| Then we will see through the nuclear
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| All that was yet to be
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| Is all there ever really was |