| You were a silhouette, shimmering shadow in the mingled ash and snow
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| I took your fevered hands — felt like embers of the world’s dying glow
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| And you were feather light as I carried you quietly through the crumbling
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| streets
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| And in the fading light I could see in your eyes that somehow we were meant to
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| meet
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| But would you stay with me
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| If you thought the war was over
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| And everything made right?
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| Would you still believe in us?
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| Or would your love for me grow colder
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| With no one left to fight?
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| Would you stay with me?
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| Would you stay with me?
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| After the fever left, together we’d scavenge through the city and her scars
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| And when the day would end, bar the door against the demons and the dark
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| We’d share a can of something and the bottle of bourbon I had hid away
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| It’d warm me from within and you from without till I forget the chill and gray
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| Would you stay with me
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| If you thought the war was over
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| And everything made right?
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| Would you still believe in us?
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| Or would your love for me grow colder
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| With no one left to fight?
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| Would you stay with me?
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| Would you stay with me?
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| Oh, it seems like every night, I lie in bed and worry that the world would
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| start to heal
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| Now I’m terrified that if it did you’d start to ask if what we have is real
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| Would you stay with me
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| If you thought the war was over
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| And everything made right?
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| Would you still believe in us?
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| Or would your love for me grow colder
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| With no one left to fight?
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| Would you stay with me?
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| Would you stay with me? |