| They will never know about our secrets
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| Cause all our plans were written in the dirt
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| Wash them all away with bottled water
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| Wash them all away but they still hurt
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| I will miss you more than fire
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| Misses the air when it expires
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| And suffocates from a lack
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| Oh, a lack of oxygen
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| Are you standing at the drugstore counter?
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| Or are you on a bus that’s going by?
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| Can I hear you walking close behind me?
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| Listen to the crows as they take flight
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| And I will miss you like an arm
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| That’s been removed but when it’s gone
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| I can still, still feel the pain
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| Oh, just like you were there
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| I will miss you more than fire
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| Misses the air when it expires
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| And suffocates from a lack
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| Oh, a lack of oxygen
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| A lack of oxygen
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| Oh, listen to the crows as they take flight
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| Oh, listen to the crows as they take flight
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| Oh, listen to the crows as they take flight
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| Oh, listen to the crows as they take flight |