| Breathe me to life
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| The words are falling faster
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| Will all this subside given enough time?
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| Read me, red eyes
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| The cause of all disaster
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| Hold me too tight, last until we die
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| The way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They are as old as the songs that they sung to the folding light
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| The only son
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| And the way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They hide the road to the stardust and madness
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| Old enough to call it home
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| The way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They are as old as the songs that they sung to the folding light
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| The only son
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| And the way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They hide the road to the stardust and madness
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| Old enough to call it home
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| The way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They are as old as the songs that they sung to the folding light
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| The only son
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| And the way that I’ve been shown
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| And the lies that I’ve been told
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| They hide the road to the stardust and madness
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| Old enough to call it home |