| Well I wanted to see it from your side
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| And I wanted to see it through your eyes
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| But I could find the letter
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| All I hear is a tin roof serenade
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| And Our hearts rise and fall with the summer tides
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| And from your ashes I will rise
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| Out of the mouths of babes
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| Words to inspire and resonate
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| In our hearts
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| So you will rise
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| You will rise
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| We rise and fall with the summer tide
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| And yea the pictures broken frame glass on the floor
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| And the same familiar knock on the shattered door
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| You called the cops for the last time
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| No more regrets seated beside you anymore
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| The time zone makes it hard for us to communicate
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| Insects landing on a neglected birthday cake
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| I guess your invitation got lost or simply disappeared
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| with the dogs of war in time
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| Now I think I can see from your side
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| with the dogs of war in time
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| in a millisecond before you crashed
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| the bones of greed are one
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| and I think I can see it through your eyes
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| cause the dogs of war in time
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| and in a millisecond before it comes crashing down
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| we will rise |