| Cold night
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| Dark December
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| Half 9
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| When death takes over you
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| Life ain’t as perfect back as when we were kids
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| I’m reminiscing ‘bout the days forgotten ‘fore all of this
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| It’s taking me back to the moment you picked up the phone
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| You lying there bleeding
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| I’m writing at home
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| I dropped the guitar
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| Hitting the road
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| Chasing sirens beck & call
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| Racing through the night
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| To get to you alive
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| Checking every patient
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| Every hospital
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| I’m running through the lights
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| Driving on the right
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| Tryn’a find out if you’ll make it all
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| Clinging onto life
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| Choppers in the sky
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| Shutting out the light like I’m fighting off the Afterlife
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| Clinging onto life
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| Pulling out the knife
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| Twenty years gone and I’m fighting off the Afterlife
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| It’s only getting harder looking after your peers
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| When you’re becoming unfamiliar with their current affairs
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| They’re taking a switchblade to the ribcage arguing over theft
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| They left you bleeding on the pavement six holes in your chest
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| Racing through the night
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| To get to you alive
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| Checking every patient
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| Every hospital
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| I’m running through the lights
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| Driving on the right
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| Tryn’a find out if you’ll make it all
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| Clinging onto life
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| Choppers in the sky
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| Shutting out the light like I’m fighting off the Afterlife
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| Clinging onto life
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| Pulling out the knife
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| Twenty years gone and I’m fighting off the Afterlife
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| Not the one bleeding while the sirens call
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| Not the one bleeding while the sirens call
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| Not the one bleeding while the sirens call
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| I’m out here pleading that you’ll make it at all
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| Not the one bleeding while the sirens call
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| I’m out here pleading that you’ll make it at all
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| Clinging onto life
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| Choppers in the sky
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| Shutting out the light like I’m fighting off the Afterlife
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| Clinging onto life
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| Pulling out the knife
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| Twenty years gone and I’m fighting off the Afterlife |