| Bury everything you own
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| On a hill in Peckham Rye
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| Say a prayer for those you’ve known
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| As tracer fire scars the sky
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| A heaven of abandoned stars
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| River running black and red
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| Fight your way through crowds and cars
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| As rockets flower overhead
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| Meet me in the dust cloud
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| As The Towers topple all around
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| We can be ghosts now
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| We don’t ever have to make a sound
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| Meet me in the white light
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| As the city slowly lifts away
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| We can be a ghost now
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| With the memory of another day
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| (Memory of another day)
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| Meet me in the white light
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| In the white light now
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| Meet me in the white light
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| In the white light now |