| We soak this dead machine
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| When heavy handed see
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| Fire in our feet, push pedals on the reel,
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| Wish us, winded carry us, drifting deeper water,
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| Violent chase, so real, will lead back to each other
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| Tonight, our ghost will come home, woah
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| We are so young, so cold, so far
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| You rattle in your sleep,
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| Dying on your dreams of every heart’s disease
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| You can’t ask for what you need
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| I will shake and slip away, I heard it in your bed
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| Tonight our ghost will come home
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| We are so young, so cold, so far
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| To break these knuckles down
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| We are so small to beat our chest so loud to lose control
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| Tonight, our ghost will come home
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| We are so young, so cold, so far
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| Tonight, our ghost will come home |