| In the night, we run around in the streets
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| Jack up on life in hell
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| Thunder love has struck us again
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| Where apparitions are the sinful spell
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| Elude the harsh reality of our lands
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| We saw tears and tragedy
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| Rejoin the back of rebel angels at night
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| Like apparitions of an infantry
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| Let’s get out of here
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| Want you to come along
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| Let’s get out of here
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| Want you to come along
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| In the sunless days of war
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| I was a young pilot strewing death
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| I see tears and frightened eyes
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| Put them to sleep till I was out of breath
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| A silhouette of jealousy in the sky
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| I took revenge on love nightly
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| I’ll take a hard look back someday
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| And deny war apparitions of sympathy |