| These years of mine run red like a bloodline
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| If I was the last son
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| Prostrate, I wait but silence is not for me
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| I’ll shout 'til they come
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| Oh, stop leaving my heart on the ground
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| Oh, stop needing my eyes to follow you 'round
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| Oh, stop leaving me behind
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| 'Cause someone’s got to come
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| And take us all out of here
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| Before there’s nothing left
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| Someone’s got to come
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| And take us all out of here
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| These years of mine beat fast as a heart line
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| Getting faster with everyone
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| And you might think it’s foolish
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| Sometimes I think it’s foolish
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| So what? |
| So what?
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| And it’s not all we’ve got
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| It’s not all we’ve got
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| It’s not all we’ve got
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| But it feels like it sometimes
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| 'Cause someone’s got to come
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| And take us all out of here
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| Before there’s nothing left
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| Someone’s got to come
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| And take us all out of here |