| Within the influence of innocence
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| You were dressed to kill
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| Pulling styles from the atmosphere
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| You could have dressed us all
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| As we surrendered to the worn jets
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| «Impossible to crash, Impossible to fail»
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| Like the dim lights on the dash
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| As we were pulling out of anywhere on any other road
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| Now I can tell by the way the rain hits the glass
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| That it wants to be cold
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| It wants to be snow
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| Is it falling there
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| Obscuring small fires
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| That deign another shining front-page spread
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| Where old worn men conspire?
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| So much for Saturdays
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| And other days when lives are at stake
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| God forgive us for the hatred
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| For the risks that we take
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| Boys forget promises from both coasts
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| Well, what would it take to get out now?
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| Is this what they call the end?
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| Are we sleeping on a dark star?
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| Is this some saint we all forgot?
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| Is she burning in a parked car?
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| Because violence is so, so slow
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| And the patience will do us in
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| So mothers stop looking for your sons in the woods
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| Because you will find them on CNN
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| That’s when you will try, try
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| But you can’t evict the sun
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| It lights up one hour every morning every day
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| When you know you are the one
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| So much for Saturdays
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| And other days when lives are at stake
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| God forgive us for the hatred
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| For the risks that we take
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| Boys forget promises from both coasts
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| What would it take?
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| Forget promises from both coasts
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| What would it take? |