| It’s all that we do, it’s all we don’t
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| Breathe deep beneath others' tear
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| Let them rumble and come when they come, they’ll always
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| It’s our last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms
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| As they’re giving the wind all it wants
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| Turn after turn till we’re lost
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| And there’s what we believe in the limbs of hometown trees
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| When we let go, the disappearance
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| It’s our last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms
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| As they’re finding our clothes behind the door
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| Dreaming the light in our dark house
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| The sound of our house and cars passing by
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| It’s our last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms
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| Last night to lie in these arms |