| Like the sound of thousands running
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| We didn’t have time to be terrified
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| And all the soldiers eyes they were looking right through us
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| That’s the day when something in us died
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| The kiss of death comes to you
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| Soft and wet and see through
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| And you never knew
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| The moment that you died
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| Your eyes screamed like a beacon fire
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| I’m grit and wire by your side
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| And the face of death
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| Looks just like being satisfied
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| Will we meet again
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| Here we are between a laugh now and a cry
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| Piercing clear and piercing true
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| All that time has done to you
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| I hope you find something you remember
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| So light
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| You are the magic in the ashes
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| Strike the matches light it up
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| So light
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| Your face in me
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| So let me see you light it up, oh light it up
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| And let it burn
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| A window seat before the shut down
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| Thirty six thousand feet above the ground
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| Done a thousand laps around the world now
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| But I never stopped to see it, no I never looked around
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| The kiss of death comes to you
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| Soft and wet and see through
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| And you never knew
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| The moment that you died
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| But the ocean and the stars blue
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| Set something in the laws
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| That blasts this summer’s head in
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| And fills us with delight
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| So light
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| You are the magic in the ashes
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| Strike the matches light it up
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| So light
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| Your face in me
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| So let me see you light it up, oh light it up
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| And let it burn
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| And let it burn |