| This is love at the end of the world
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| You don’t need diamonds and you don’t need pearls
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| Water boils on the seven seas
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| Rivers of blood and she’s setting me free
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| And you’re still near me, baby
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| Smoke rising from an open field
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| Don’t you know that the threat is real
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| From the top of Mount Kilimanjaro
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| You look around but you don’t see snow
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| The heat is rising, baby
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| This is love at the end of the world
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| There’s still love
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| At the end of the world
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| Two wars and a revolution
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| Got me praying for absolution
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| There’s blood on these hands, baby
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| Preacher saying that the end is nigh
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| Standing on a soapbox a hundred feet high
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| You’re still by my side, baby
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| Light fades, becomes shade
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| You’re holding on but you’re slipping away
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| Till I can’t feel you anymore
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| This is love at the end of the world
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| There’s still love
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| At the end of the world
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| Red lips, alabaster hands
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| Ooh girl, what you do to a man
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| The heat is rising, baby
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| You don’t think, you just follow the herd
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| And you don’t need bullets for a war of words, now
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| They want what we’ve got, baby
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| Light fades, becomes shade
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| You’re holding on but you’re slipping away
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| Till I can’t feel you anymore
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| This is love at the end of the world
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| There’s still love
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| At the end of the world
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| This is love at the end of the world
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| There’s still love
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| At the end of the world |