| Baby, I went back to funeral row
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| Kicking through the old streets
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| Of a place I once called home, not long ago
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| Searching for an omen, looking for a sign
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| Looking for the place I swore an oath of love undying
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| Of love undying
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| But I’m tired of this dull ache
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| This endless and fake parade
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| I’m goinna torch my name and my trade
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| Run into the bright lights
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| Run into the bright lights
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| Brother don’t go back to funeral row
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| The streets have fallen silent
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| And the cross no longer glows
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| On funeral row
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| And i’m tired of this dark place
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| Where hope dies and hope fades
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| I’m gonna leave these shadows behind
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| Head into the bright lights
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| Head into the bright lights
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| So come on Red get your guitar
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| Feed the flames and feed the fire
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| Wishing things won’t make them so
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| And the truth is i refuse to go
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| Dos the shadow’s where the best things hide
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| You can keep the brightest light
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| You can keep the brightest light
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| You can keep the brightest light |