| Hung in a blinding light
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| Held in a bitter gaze, feeling the crowd melt away
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| Up in the desert air
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| Miles above the world, and the daggers that it holds
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| We’ll stand and not depart
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| Vultures are circling our hearts
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| They’ll leave just skin and bones
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| Vultures shall tear us apart
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| Jealousy, it creeps
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| Poisoning our words, leaving a bitter taste on our
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| Lips, tongues and teeth
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| Like a film of dust, it takes the sweetness from our hearts
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| And if you’re cut but there’s no blood, no blood
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| But it hurts, then it’s true love, true
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| We’re hiding in open sight
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| Held under lock and key, feelin' the hours tick away
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| Up in the atmosphere
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| A feeling blood’ll boil, letting our bodies drift away
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| We’ll stand and not depart
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| Vultures are circling our hearts
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| They’ll leave just skin and bones
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| Vultures shall tear us apart
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| And if you’re cut but there’s no blood, no blood
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| But it hurts, then it’s true love, true
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| We’ll stand and not depart
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| Vultures are circling our hearts
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| They’ll leave just skin and bones
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| Vultures shall tear us apart |