| Come out with me
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| In the salt of the blinding rain
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| Let it leave its trace in the pepper
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| Grays of your sweet holy face
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| While up above the storm
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| The heavens proceed
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| And as above so below
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| In nothing more or less than love
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| Let me bring you in
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| From the salt of the blinding rain
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| Are you in or out or gone or come or gone again
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| Don’t you think I want to feel the same rain
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| Don’t you think I wanna run too
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| But I stay, feet in clay in the salt of the earth
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| You copy you paste you lose
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| Tell me again we are safe from rain
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| Tell me again we are safe from harm
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| Tell me again we can lift the fingerprints of man
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| From the blueprints of God
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| That we’re the salt in the brine
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| The tannin in the wine
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| The bitter fruit tthat kills the bug
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| And maybe it looks to some
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| Like we’re fading away
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| But faded has always been my favorite color anyway
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| So come on you dumb runaway
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| It’s better to fade away than die young
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| And you’re this girl’s most needed thing
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| So let me bring you in
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| Tell me again we are safe from rain
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| Tell me again we are safe from harm
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| Tell me again we can wipe the fingerprints of man
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| Off the blueprints of God
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| That we’re the bark in the dark that keeps the creeps away
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| That we’re the bitter fruit tthat kills the bug
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| That we’re the salt in the brine, the tannin in the wine
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| We’re the last ones up
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| We’re the last ones up
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| We’re the last ones up
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| We’re the last ones up
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| We’re the last ones up |