| See the white clouds roll in
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| Spirits lying next to me
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| Catch the wildflower falling
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| It’s the wound that never bleeds
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| Hear the Sirens calling
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| Spinning out their show
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| Hold — The moment close to me
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| Take it down too slow
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| Be mine, be mine, War Babies
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| Be mine, be mine, War Babies
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| Can you still keep going?
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| Shattered pieces left inside
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| To face the final, knowing
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| That there’s somethings you can’t hide
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| Be mine, be mine, War Babies
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| Be mine, be mine, War Babies
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| So will the force let go?
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| Or will the phantoms stay?
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| Let the foreteller be your sight
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| — It feels like something’s happening today
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| Some shame’s like no other
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| And nothing feels the same
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| Nothing feels the same
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| War Babies
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| Be mine, be mine, War Babies
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| Nothing feels the same
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| War Babies
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| War Babies
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| Nothing feels the same
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| Be mine
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| Be mine
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| War Babies |