| Down the river, white picket fences
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| And we were born to end up here again
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| There’s no one left to thank now
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| But there is plenty to take
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| That’s the way it’s always been
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| And these battles are hard to break
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| Definite silence, into the whiteout
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| Cause' we were born to end up here again
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| In this golden isolation
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| In these dreams of tunneled snow
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| We made the choice to stay
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| This is where we made our homes
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| A beacon of warmth, just like, like the midnight sun
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| Through the forest, infinite highways
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| And we were born to end up here again
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| I can see every star
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| With a (???) outside my house
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| We can stay up all summer
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| Cause' the light always shines
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| A beacon of warmth, just like, like the midnight sun
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| A beacon of warmth, just like, like the midnight sun
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Cause' we were born to end up here
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| Here, to end up here
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| Here, to end up here |