| It was a summer sun, all the leaves were greening
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| Within one day it all had changed
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| On the evening news, all the skies were falling
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| Your single light, a global fuse
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| Can we ever stop believing in the night behind the blue
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| On the day when love was leaving, all that’s left belonged to you
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| When it’s your flesh and blood, well that takes some bleeding
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| And it’s shed on the road you choose
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| The needle and the gun — guns and needles
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| Life is all you have to lose
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| Can we ever stop believing in the night behind the blue
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| On the day when love was leaving, all that’s left belonged to you
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| Can we ever stop believing on the spiral in the dark
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| When strangers bond together in the glue of broken hearts
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| And you will remember, the laughing of a child
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| And all the stars that were shining
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| Dying in their prime
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| Can we ever stop believing in the night behind the blue
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| On the day when love was leaving, all that’s left belonged to you
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| Can we ever stop believing on the spiral in the dark
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| When strangers bond together in the glue of broken hearts
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| And can we ever stop believing on the spiral in the dark
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| When strangers bond together in the glue of broken hearts
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| The glue of broken hearts |