| You were saved by the good book
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| I was saved by the half full glass
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| So come on take a good look
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| Cause this party will be our last
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| Now they’ve closed down the old bar
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| This town’s like an empty box
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| Well they can’t have got that far
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| Cause I can still see some swinging locks
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| When falling feels like flying there’s a dangerous hope
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| Cause the ground comes at you faster than you think
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| And lurking in these shadows with the bears and wolves
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| Is where you feel the most at home these days
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| When you called I was screening
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| It confused me to hear your voice
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| It was like I was dreaming
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| And the ten years became a noise
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| That I could barely remember
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| Just enough to open the wounds
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| And in the darkest December
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| I can howl at the early moon
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| When falling feels like flying there’s a dangerous hope
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| Cause the ground comes at you faster than you think
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| And lurking in these shadows with the bears and wolves
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| Is where you feel the most at home these days
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| Is where you feel the most at home these days |