| All the fear and the fire of the end of the world
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| Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl
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| Happens great, happens sweet
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| Happily, I’m unfazed here, too
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| Wasteland, baby
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| I’m in love, I’m in love with you
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| All the things yet to come are the things that have passed
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| Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass
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| Like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to
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| Wasteland, baby
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| I’m in love, I’m in love with you
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| And I love too, that love soon might end
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| Be known in its aching
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| Shown in the shaking
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| Lately of my wasteland, baby
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| Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
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| Though quaking, though crazy
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| That’s just wasteland, baby
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| And that day that we’ll watch the death of the sun
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| That the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on
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| And you’ll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs
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| Wasteland, baby
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| I’m in love, I’m in love with you
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| And I love too, that love soon might end
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| Be known in its aching
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| Shown in the shaking
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| Lately of my wasteland, baby
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| Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
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| Though quaking, though crazy
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| That’s just wasteland, baby
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| When the stench of the sea and the absence of green
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| Are the death of all things that are seen and unseen
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| Not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do
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| Wasteland, baby
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| I’m in love, I’m in love with you
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| That’s it |