| Hints of a higher hand lost on the somme
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| Past deeds would never lead the mischief to a christening and
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| Gears twist and grind away spur to speed
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| While echoed silhouettes deliver to an early dream
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| Held out of love but gripped to tight
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| A breath left hanging in the air
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| You want to leave your home
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| But you don’t want to lose control
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| And there’s far too many ways to die
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| Far too many ways to die
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| You want to keep your soul
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| Above the ocean floor
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| But there’s far too many waves to try
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| Far too many ways to die
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| Take a tip from me I swear I’ve seen it all before
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| The fear of what could be
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| Will keep you from wanting more
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| Held out of love
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| But gripped too tight
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| Left up, hung In the air
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| You want to leave your home
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| But you don’t want to lose control
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| And there’s far too many ways to die
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| Far too many ways to die
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| You want to keep your soul
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| Above the ocean floor
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| But there’s far too many waves to try
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| Far too many ways to die
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| Never could we keep these things from happening
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| Never found a way to keep the love in me
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| Took too long to speak, and never stop to breathe, to breathe
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| We read the risks hand in hand
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| A ruined rest but now we wake up
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| We cut our teeth on foreign plans
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| Then cursed the air, but now we wake up
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| Wake up… |