| And i don’t think
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| We’ll get out of this hell
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| But the time here with you has been nice
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| A cold love bloody knuckle trigger finger riding on the edge of mind
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| A salute to the end of the world
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| And a beautiful end for you girl
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| Because all night
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| I’ve been picking fights
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| With the fur men
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| And the bar stool kings
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| And when it sounds right
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| I’ll bring them down to their knees son
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| And with the glorious red
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| We’ll be off with their heads
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| Phantoms in the courtyard
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| Waiting on the breeze to float after me
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| To a chamber of wailing ferns
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| The calm yellow air
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| And the dark woolen skies
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| Say our villians will arise
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| Oh haunted by two’s they wake by you
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| But it’s alright in a scissor hell
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| And it’s alright to fall deep in love
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| Because all night
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| I’ll be following matches into the dawn of light
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| Where I melt you
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| You gotta pull stars down to be someone
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| And when you’ve chemi-claimed the sun you gotta
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| When the oceans fill your life somehow
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| You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself
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| You gotta pull stars down to be someone
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| And when you chemi-claimed the sun you got it
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| And when oceans fill your life somehow
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| You gotta break the damn and wave to yourself
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| And sometimes in a silver hell
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| You gotta search for gold
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| And in the right light
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| We’re just angels with enemies |