| Our winter keeps running us down
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| We wake up with love hanging on
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| Killers let go, killers let go
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| Some kids get a handful of rain
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| Our hope is the desperate die wise
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| Killers let go, killers let go
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| Morning falls from a tree and asks for a name
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| Claim your ghost, know the wine for what it is
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| The garden grows into our street
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| We’re holding the blossoms up high
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| Killers let go, killers let go
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| Claim your ghost, know the wine for what it is
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| There’s light holding onto the ground
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| Our music is clumsy and free
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| Killers let go, killers let go
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| Killers let go, our killers let go
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| Our killers let go, killers let go
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| Our killers let go, killers let go |