| Only we know the quiet roads and the vacant malls
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| Or the cool of perfect darkness just outside the sprawl
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| Only we heard the drums pumping in the stadium
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| And built our truths like fires
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| In the promised land where we come from
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| And when you look now in my eyes
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| Do you see the boy that swore on every inch of you
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| Our light would never die
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| Is a bravery inside me
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| Still clinging to my clothes
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| Like smoke from a fire only we know
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| Only we know how good your daddy’s records sound
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| Or just how far a fall it is from the window to the ground
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| Only we smell the rain just before it comes
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| And think first of each other
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| Every time we’re burned by love
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| When I look now in your eyes
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| I still see the thing that made us lions
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| The thing that made us free
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| And the bravery inside you
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| Still clinging to your clothes
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| Like smoke from a fire only we know
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| Like smoke, like smoke, like smoke
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| Like smoke, like smoke, like smoke from a fire only we know
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| And think first of each other
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| Every time we’re burned by love
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| And when you look now in my eyes
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| Do you see the boy that swore on every inch of you
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| Our light would never die
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| Is a bravery inside me
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| Still clinging to my bones
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| Like smoke from a fire only we know
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| Like smoke from a fire only we know
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| Like smoke from a fire only we know |