| A shame upon shame
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| I’m adding up the silence
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| With the lines on my face, on my face
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| They drag through the lake
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| Another body off the ballast
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| It’s all blow and decay, and decay
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| I’m not safe, I’m not safe
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| I’m not safe, I’m not safe
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| Cast aside our hopes at night
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| And just hold each other
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| If help arrives, they’ll never notice us
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| Too deep to swim, too strong the tide
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| And we both know better
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| Let’s lay to rest where we were born
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| W stoned all the saints
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| Cause no on likes a martyr
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| All cowed, and fake grace, and fake grace
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| Another town laid to waste
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| Too many people for the larder
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| These streets, they’re not safe, they’re not safe
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| I’m not safe, I’m not safe
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| I’m not safe, I’m not safe
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| Cast aside our hopes at night
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| And just hold each other
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| If help arrives, they’ll never notice us
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| Too deep to swim, too strong the tide
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| And we both know better
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| Let’s lay to rest where we were born
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| So die young
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| So die young
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| So die young
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| So die young with me
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| So die young |