| Out of the gaslight
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| Off the roads we’ve traveled on
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| Down by the wayside
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| Against the sheen of a Babylon
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| I’ve seen an empire
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| Taste the tempest of a gathering strong
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| But I found love at the end of the world
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| My rabbit’s running
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| On the street hot heels of Rome
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| My hour’s coming to reconcile with the dawn
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| I’m on the brink
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| I’m on the brink
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| I’m on the brink
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| But I found love at the end of the world
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| Tell the reaper
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| Tell the repo man
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| I’ve got nothing that belongs to him
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| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin
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| But I found love at the end of the world
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| Out of the good night
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| I was born into your arms
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| Like you’re my country
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| Like you’re the hills where I belong
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| Out of that good night (I'm on the brink)
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| I was born into your arms (I'm on the brink)
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| You are my country (I'm on the brink)
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| Like the hills where I found
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| Love at the end of the world
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| Tell the reaper
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| Tell the repo man
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| I’ve got nothing that belongs to him
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| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin
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| But I found love at the end of the world
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| Tell the reaper
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| Tell the repo man
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| I’ve got nothing that belongs to him
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| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin
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| But I found love at the end of the world |