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| The air is filled with lead
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| Lights are going down
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| They told me to forget you
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| They never told me how
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| I sleep here in the parlor
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| With my boots still on my feet
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| Livin down in the darkness
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| I pray your ghost to keep
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| I pray like this
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| I saw the skies open up
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| Above a blood red moon
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| The city lights were choking all the stars
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| The cry belonged to you
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| It’s your turn; |
| cry like this
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| The curtain’s getting heavy
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| The lights are coming up
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| I’d wish you all the best
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| If wishing were enough
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| All these fading pictures
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| All some time back
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| I’d tell you goodbye huh
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| If goodbye was what I meant
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| Watch me wave goodbye
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