| I saw you rushing to the fire
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| Balanced on the bones with a darkness in your eyes
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| Our thoughts were crippled by desire
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| Suddenly gestalt just colliding in the light
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| I know, concentric rings in the bones aside
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| We’ve surely grown up
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| I know, the lead to hands that wring and dry your eyes
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| Before it’s too much
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| Our thoughts were wicked by design
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| If we could get home, then we could get us right
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| I’ll watch you wither up in time
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| Then let you grow alone, just colliding in the light
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| Though in time
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| We were hanging on the subtlest sign
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| Waiting on the final cry
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| Just ringing out a sign
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| But tonight we’re surprised if we’re runners in the night
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| I know concentric rings in the bones don’t lie
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| We’ve surely grown up
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| I know, these hands that wring they’re gonna dry your eyes
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| Before we give enough
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| Though in time
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| We were hanging on the subtle sign
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| Waiting on the final cry
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| But when you gonna dry your eyes
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| We were holding up the keep and more
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| After hanging on the final chord
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| «It'll be alright,» his voice informed
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| Just ringing out a sign
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| But tonight, well you’re mine
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| And we’re runners in the night
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| After the night and more
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| After hanging on the final chord
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| «It'll be alright,» he screamed and more
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| Just ringing out a sign
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| But tonight, well you’re mine
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| And we’re runners in the night |