| It’s time to let you go
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| In the dark, I’m waiting in the cold
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| You know
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| Full night drive’s pretty far
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| Then again, pretty close
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| It’s time to let you go
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| The fire’s for the lies you never want to know
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| But we know
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| And the marks on the walls
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| I can sense some fire getting close
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| In the lonely night
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| Fire’s getting low, you don’t really know
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| Til you know
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| Now I don’t know
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| In the lonely night
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| Cars getting close
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| Fire’s getting low
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| Do you really know
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| All your songs well they touched me to
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| Bitter core
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| Head like a drone
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| We’re not getting young
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| No, tonight I walk with these heavy thoughts
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| They’re getting old
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| There’s your counting on
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| When this body’s a waste of blood
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| Read the braille on the aching skies
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| Feverish dreams needing cyclical thoughts
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| You’ll be somewhat close to those
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| Are we defined by blood
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| The tale of raging skies
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| I was never one to get a lesson
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| It’s hard to know
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| It’s time to let go |