| Morning sky, a storm
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| Across the great divide
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| But you and I were born
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| On the other side
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| Forsaken cavaliers
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| Valiantly we ride
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| We should disappear
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| Into the night
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| Into the night
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| But if we run, run, run, run
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| We might as well have won, won, won, won
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| Try as I may but I can’t seem to shake this sickness
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| I am afraid we’re about to be made to bear witness
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| To something that they will eventually pray for forgiveness
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| Try as I may but I can’t seem to shake this sickness
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| This sickness
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| Backs against the wall
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| In tandem, we will sing
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| On the steps of city hall
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| From the fall until the spring
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| From the fall until the spring
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| 'Cause if we run, run, run, run
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| We might as well have won, won, won, won
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| Will we be tied to the mast?
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| Until the bitter end
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| Till our children rise to bury the past
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| And forever be condemned
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| To repeating again
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| Try as I may but I can’t seem to shake this sickness
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| I am afraid we’re about to be made to bear witness
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| To something that they will eventually pray for forgiveness
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| Try as I may but I can’t seem to shake this sickness
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| This sickness
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| This sickness
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| This sickness, sickness
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| This sickness
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| This sick, this sick, this sickness |