| We stare into the blinding light
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| To see what’s between us
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| It’s red and it’s white
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| Like lies, like lipstick on last-look good-byes
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| The substance assimilating
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| To watch the bodies burst into a string of lights
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| When there’s nothing left, the party crashes
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| And the rings come out form the jacket pockets
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| Into the blinding light
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| The fire is dying out
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| And there’s nothing left to burn
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| Except for ourselves
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| The cinema speaks as
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| You take off your clothes
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| And burst in dissimulation
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| Just let your body burst into a streak of light
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| When there’s nothing left, the wedding crashes
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| And the rings fall off, roll out the bedroom window
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| Into the blinding light
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| Please someone help me — take away my loneliness
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| Please someone fill me — take away my emptiness
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| Please someone touch me — take away my longing
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| And please someone, please someone…
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| Please someone show me the light…
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| Please someone — Take away my sadness
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| Please someone kill me — tear me up and throw me away
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| And the rings fall out like a silver snowfall
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| Into the blinding light
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| Just make your body burst into single lines
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| When there’s nothing left, the heart rate crashes
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| And the rings fall out as we turn each other
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| Into the blinding light
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| White night coming down
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| Silent armies all around
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| Deep sleep covering
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| Enemies in clean white sheets
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| (The sky went off-white, it snowed for fourteen years
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| The sunlight splintered into all out darkest fears.) |