| I’ve heard there’s a place where we go to die
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| It’s a terribly overrated horse-shit shaped hole in the sky
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| Kick off your heels and come with me tonight
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| And we’ll pack up your car and we’ll board up the house
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| And we’ll die for our country though it never loved us
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| And it didn’t need us these wonderful wonderful people
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| We’ll redefine love in these papers and cry
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| So may the bridges we burn light the way
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| Out of the darkness of where we have been
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| Though at times it may feel like a lie
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| We both know nothing is quite as it seems
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| When the debris comes falling from the sky
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| Heaven will still be ours
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| Load up Old Bill’s twelve-gauge and meet me by the lake
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| There’s a place I know where nobody goes down by the old interstate
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| The future gets shorter the longer we wait
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| So let’s step on the gas and if they come to find us
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| We’ll run to the hills they say hills never loved us
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| But since we were children these wonderful wonderful people
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| We’ll redefine love on our tombstones and cry
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| But someone will get all the glory
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| But I’ll have yours and you’ll have mine, you’ll have mine
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| So may the bridges we burn light the way
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| Out of the darkness of where we have been
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| Though at times it may feel like a lie
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| We both know nothing is quite as it seems
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| And I know when I look into the deep blue of your eyes
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| Heaven will still be ours
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| We’ll be together until hell,
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| Until hell, until hell freezes over
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| Until hell, until hell,
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| Until hell, freezes over.
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| Together until hell, until hell
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| Until hell, freezes over.
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| Until hell, until hell,
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| Until hell, freezes over.
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| So may the bridges we burn light the way
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| Out of the darkness of where we have been
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| Though at times it may feel like a lie
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| We both know nothing is quite as it seems
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| Then when the world is itself about to die
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| Our story will still play itself on the screens
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| And all these stars that come falling from the sky
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| Will always be ours |