| We drove through misty canyons
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| Our destination seemed resolved
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| But through highbeams tragedy called
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| It seemed like a normal evening
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| We rode in silent walls between
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| Our wills, like guillotines
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| I sped on mountain roads as
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| Your words came piercing through my chest
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| I’m your usual suspect
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| I turned my head in defense
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| That’s when I heard you crash
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| Pre Chorus
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| In siren screams like rival factions
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| Two stories are told
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| We never knew at any moment
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| We just might implode
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| They’re watching you crashing into
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| Crashing into me
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| And wishing they had what we see
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| Had what we see
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| Had what we believe
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| We were magnetic fields when
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| We came together long ago
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| You glowed like burning halos
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| But we spent a lifetime on the
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| Beaches of Normandy in vain
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| What for I can’t explain
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| I looked to you from the darkened highway
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| Facing you in tears
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| And in that moment, metal twisted
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| And you disappeared
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| Bridge
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| A fatal evening’s drive is what they always will assume
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| But I know better as I collide face first with you
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| They’re watching you crashing into
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| Crashing into me
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| And wishing they had what we see
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| Had what we see
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| Had what we feel |