| We dismiss the back roads
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| To ride these streets unafraid
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| Resigned to scraping paint
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| From our bones unashamed
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| No more the eye upon you
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| No more the simple man
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| As you might have guessed all is never shown
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| And in my prayers I dream alone
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| A silent speech to deaf ear
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| If you want love you must be love
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| But if you bleed love you will die loved
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| No more the lie upon you
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| Cast into stone and autumn shade
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| As you might have sensed we won’t make it home
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| Before the rites of spring — Come to mean all things
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| A little taste of what may come — A mere glimpse of what has gone
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| Cause for the moment we are free — We seek to bind our release
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| Too young to die too rich to care too fucked to swear that I was there
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| Desolation yes hesitation no
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| As you might have guessed we won’t make it home
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| Desolation yes hesitation no |