| Cold breaks the mirror there
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| Hope beige as paper ware
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| Rope and my father’s scroll
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| I’m open as a bell before the toll
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| Days upon the lonely pyre of our youth
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| I fell in love with two blue eyes, and that’s you
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| She’s awake, she cries, we carry on
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| Eyes are closed to see the sun is gone
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| And then the day is done
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| Child cries for mother’s hand, she runs
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| Smoke in the mirror and, these guns
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| Hold me so near again
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| I’m broken as a bell after the war
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| Days upon the lonely pyre of our youth
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| I fell in love with two blue eyes, and that’s you
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| She’s awake, she cries we carry on
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| Eyes are closed to see the sun is gone
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| And then our day is done
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| Don’t be long, no, don’t be a drifter, no, I let the basin fill
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| Don’t be long, no, don’t be that leftover minute
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| Who we are? |
| Who we are?
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| Days upon the lonely pyre of our youth
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| I fell in love with two blue eyes, and that’s you
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| She’s awake, she cries we carry on
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| Eyes are closed to see the sun is gone
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| And then our day is done |