| In the grip of a winter came love and greed
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| Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
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| In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
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| The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat
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| I was alone at the front line
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| The message I was told was to try and find
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| The joy of a lifetime
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| I just can't think of England
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| I can't see the picture
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| I'm still running from the fire, the fire
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| I just can't think of England
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| I can't see the picture
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| I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire
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| In the twilight hours of nervous rest
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| I bought the beast before believing the threats
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| In a foreign field, I cut all regrets
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| But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess
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| I was alone for the first time
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| The message I was told was to try and find
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| The joy of a lifetime
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| I just can't think of England
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| I can't see the picture
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| I'm still running from the fire, the fire
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| I just can't think of England
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| I can't see the picture
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| I'm still running from the fire, the fire |