| Two hearts that shouldn’t
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| Talk to each other become close
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| In a town much like a prison cell
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| People speak our names
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| On the street in hushed tones
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| Oh, the stories they’d tell
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| If anyone would listen
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| If anyone would listen…
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| You come from a town where
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| People don’t bother saying «Hello»
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| Unless somebody’s born or dies
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| And I come from a place where they
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| Drag your hopes through the mud
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| Because their own dreams are all dying
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| And when we walk down the street
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| The wind sings our name in rebel songs
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| The sounds of the night should make us anxious
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| But it’s much too late when the fear is gone
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| I will meet you in the next life, I promise you
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| Where we can be together, I promise you
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| I will wait 'til then in Heaven, I promise you
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| I promise, I promise
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| There’s so many fighting
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| To get past the Pearly Gates
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| But nobody ever wants to die or get saved
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| Their intentions aren’t that good
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| And I can smell the asphalt
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| That’s their personal road to Hell being paved
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| And when we walk down the street
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| The wind sings our name in rebel songs
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| But it’s much too late when the fear is gone
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| I will meet you in the next life, I promise you
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| Where we can be together, I promise you
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| I will wait 'til then in Heaven, I promise you
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| I promise, I promise
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| I will meet you in the next life, I promise you
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| Where we can be together, I promise you
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| I will wait 'til then in Heaven, I promise you
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| I promise, I promise |