| Let’s call this the quiet city:
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| Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
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| Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
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| The sides we take divide us from our faith
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| And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
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| Asleep you set the fire in your own house
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| And the night was a knife that cut
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| And I’m paralyzed
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| Cross out the eyes
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| Blur all the lines
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| Tearing this canvas from the wall
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| We crossed out the eyes
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| Put lines through these cries
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| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
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| Trees that fall
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| Trees that fall
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| Trees that fall
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| Trees that fall
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| A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
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| Hear voices from another room
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| «It happens all the time»
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| But July in the sand
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| The leaves falling
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| And counting down our days to live…
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| Drain the blood from this valentine
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| «We can rise on the wings of the dove
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| See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
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| We can rise like candles in the dark, yours always»
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| And an envelope marked with your new address
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| Asleep you set the fire in your own house
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| And the night was a knife that cut
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| And I’m paralyzed
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| Cross out the eyes
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| Blur all the lines
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| Tearing this canvas from the wall
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| We crossed out the eyes
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| Put lines through these cries
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| We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
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| Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
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| Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
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| It was the first time face to face
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| I’m crossing the line
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| Talking to the other side of death
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| Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
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| I’m calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
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| (Can't we die!)
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| (Memories in flatlines!)
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| Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines
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| Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines!
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| (Cross out the eyes!)
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| Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
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| (Cross out the eyes!)
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| Stretches out of this world into the sound
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| (A trace of)
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| What can we do to put a stop to these coming white days
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| (A love song)
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| I’m hoping the snow will wash these dreams of you away…
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| (Stretches out of this world
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| Let’s drive back the dead
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| Stretches out of this world
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| Stretches out of this world) |