| Came crashing in like a tidal flood
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| Raging hearts, flesh and blood
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| No flashing lights, no warning signs
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| Hanging on the rails with nowhere to hide
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| But I miss you
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| I miss you
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| It’s a silent prayer by candlelight
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| Only scars left in this winless fight
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| On a winding road where we both got lost
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| Now we can’t go back from the lines we crossed
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| But I miss you
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| I miss you you
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| These seasons run me down
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| And I see your face on the streets of this ghost town
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| But you’re nowhere to be found
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| And I miss you
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| Just a wounded king with a crown of thorns
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| A frozen heart and a broken sword
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| These castle walls I call my home
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| Well you tear them down stone by stone
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| These seasons run me down
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| Still I see your face on the streets of this ghost town
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| But you’re nowhere to be found
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| On an eastern shore where the wind blows cold
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| And the waves roll in with the lies we told
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| And the boardwalks dead in this one horse town
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| And the Ferris wheel stopped spinning around
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| And I miss you
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| I miss you |