| Off we go, far from the city lights
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| Beneath these broken skies, nothing is ready there
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| Dying fields and creeping fears
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| We drag behind the exile of our marrow
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| Through the black
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| Drying fears on our skin
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| Gripping tears leaving their trace
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| This is the exile of our marrow
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| Off we go, far from the city lights
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| Where I always try to be
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| Off we go, far from the city lights
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| Where skies are really frail
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| Off we go, far from the city lights
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| Daddy’s here but lights are healing
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| Off we go, far from the city lights
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| This is the exile of our marrow
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| Exile of our marrow
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| Through the black
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| Drying fears on our skin
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| Gripping tears leaving their trace
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| This is the exile of our marrow |