| We bathe in the Blood Moon in Berlin
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| Make out in cathedrals, Montreal to Madrid
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| In Fallingwater, brush our skin across the bed
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| The Masaya Volcano paints our faces in red
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| Now the landscape in your eye is a desert of defeat
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| I want to stay but I’ll turn to leave
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| Tonight we’ll abandon all we share
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| Force a deep sleep and pretend we don’t care
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| I’d hate to put us up against yesterday
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| I guess what can’t be close must be far away
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| 'Cause the past will kill the present and if I let it
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| The past will kill the present if I let it
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| The past will kill the present if I let it
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| The past will kill the present if I let it
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| I dream in dripping colors of every ruin
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| We’ll never lose ourselves in if I go on obsessing over
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| Coloring my memories with a more vibrant palette
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| Than existed, singin':
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| Those saturated rains could never flood the imprint of
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| One hand on the wheel, your other on my neck
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| Moving me through, moving me through, moving me through if
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| Ever I forget how much love there is
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| It’s just I’ve become fixated on all of the love I’d miss
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| 'Cause the future kills the present and if I let it
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| The future kills the present if I let it
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| The future kills the present if I let it
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| The future kills the present
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| If every head is a world, I don’t want to
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| Be a destroyer of all things
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| Pure in my own
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| When I’m running from a day yet to bare its teeth
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| I see my only
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| Moment crumbling
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| Crumbling
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| If every head is a world, I don’t want to
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| Be a destroyer of all things
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| Pure in my own
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| When I’m crawling towards a night that I’m convinced was
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| Golden
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| And glowing
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| Glowing
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| It takes a conscious effort to hollow out this head
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| My brain is a constant rain on its own shelter
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| But there’s a parade in that dread
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| There’s a symphony swaying in the downpour
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| And it plays me to sleep
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| Eventually, each night into my morning
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| And I can’t go on ignoring the tender heart
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| In my chest and the splendor in its beating
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| Oh, the pain in possessing such a tenderness
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| But what else is worth possessing?
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| (Even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing)
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| When even in the tremor I feel a stillness growing |