| A visceral love runs the length of our veins
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| As we sit above the miles of pain
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| Till all of our fears become skinny ones
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| And from your window I can see a kingdom comes
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| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust
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| What remains at the end of us
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| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve
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| When from your window I can see the ages dawn
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| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
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| Everybody folds (up against the water)
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| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
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| Everybody folds, everybody folds
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| Hearts will wage war, but in the settling dust
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| What remains at the end of us
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| Our skinny fears for our cold resolve
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| When from your window I can see the ages dawn
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| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
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| Everybody folds (up against the water)
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| Cinder and stone (brick and mortar)
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| Everybody folds, everybody folds
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| Memories rust and trophies fade
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| In the remnants of our glory days
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| Will we regret the thing that we’ve made
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| From your table I can see a better way |