| While the world stood still around us
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| We drove, dreamless, lost and found again
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| Around towns, adrift and nameless
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| Thrown in mad arrangements
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| Bruised with orange light
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| This could be the end of the world
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| Smoke and curls and the screaming bells
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| When I awoke, I couldn’t tell
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| In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens
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| See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven
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| And your wild abandon, well you look like death
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| And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens
|
| While the world stood still around us
|
| We drove, dreamless, lost and found again
|
| Around towns, adrift and nameless
|
| Thrown in mad arrangements
|
| Bruised with orange light
|
| In the kingdoms, in the bright blue heavens
|
| See the faceless phantoms of the chosen seven
|
| And your wild abandon, well you look like death
|
| And will you call the seasons from the bright blue heavens |