| Moonlight flickers, blue and gold
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| No one listens, the stories sold
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| And hey, it’s gonna fracture time
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| Hey, it’s gonna fracture time
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| Hard as a sun who rides in the western wind
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| My hands in fire but I can’t feel the heat
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| Torn from the wind
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| Torn from the very breath I am made of
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| And incomplete
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| The screw is turning beneath the crown
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| The porch lamps burning and no one’s home
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| And hey, it’s gonna fracture time
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| Hey, it’s gonna fracture time
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| Hard as a sun who rides in the western wind
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| My hands in the fire but I can’t feel the heat
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| Torn from the wind
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| Torn from the very breath I am made of
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| And incomplete
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| Hard as the sun
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| Hard as the sun
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| Hard as the sun
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| Hard as the sun
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| Hard as the sun that rides in the western wind
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| My hands in the fire but I can’t feel the heat
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| Torn from the wind
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| Born of the very breath I am made of
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| And incomplete
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| Hard as the sun that rides in the western wind
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| My hands in the fire but I can’t feel the heat
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| Torn from the wind
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| Born of the very breath I am made of
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| And incomplete
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| Hard as the sun that rides in the western wind
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| Hard as the sun that rides in the western wind
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| Hard as the sun that rides in the western wind |