| On doomsday you may just see me
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| Sheltered under the marquee
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| We’ll walk back our promise
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| On my knees
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| And tarnish the twinkling
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| Well then I’m going to Dree
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| Where every leaf on every tree
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| Will mock me for nothing
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| Eternally
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| Find reasons eternally
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| Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh
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| On a winters beach, drag me out to sea
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| 'Cos you flew to far oh, for a broken arrow
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| Be the wreck of me, is that your fantasy?
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| Fledglings that I couldn’t save
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| Would probably be dead now anyway
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| I’m sorry that nothing could change your fate
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| Cascadia, it’s in her hands
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| My future in her hands
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| Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh
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| Bleeding on the shells, sick from weaving spells
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| But if you don’t pull through I swear I’ll avenge you
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| Automatically, 'til the end of me
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| Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh
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| On a winters beach, drag me out to sea
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| 'Cos you flew to far oh, for a broken arrow
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| Be the wreck of me, is that your fantasy? |