| We’re going down
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| You don’t want to face the dawning springtime, now
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| Try to make the most of these final hours
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| Don’t look back
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| We all know that it’s too late to turn the tide
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| Try to shield your eyes, foreign frequencies of light
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| Luminous as the horizon
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| I wanted to be free but she keeps on rising
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| I can almost feel her poison
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| Ready to burn, soon as she turns
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| And in the dead of winter
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| We will come alive
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| Too late to reconsider
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| The stars are all aligned
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| We’re going down
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| We’re descending, maybe for the last time
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| Cherish every glimpse, of the ones you love
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| Don’t look back
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| I’ll remember your illuminated face
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| Right before the end, it’s the only thing I’ll see
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| Luminous as the horizon
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| I wanted to be free but she keeps on rising
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| I can almost feel her poison
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| Ready to burn, soon as she turns
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| And in the dead of winter
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| We will come alive
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| Too late to reconsider
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| The stars are all aligned
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| And in the dead of winter
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| We will come alive
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| Too late to reconsider
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| The stars are all aligned
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| Do you feel the night is calling?
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| Shelter from the rising sun
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| Down
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| And in the dead of winter
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| We will come alive
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| Too late to reconsider
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| The stars are all aligned
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| And in the dead of winter
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| In the dead of winter
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| (The stars are all aligned) |