| Padded by locks the door knob singed
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| A rusty close to a doorknob hinge
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| Remembering the sounds we used to know
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| But when those sounds sang from our halls
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| The backstop pressed against bleached walls
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| Do you remember the sound of snow?
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| And these flames, boil in reclaim
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| On the way down
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you want it to
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you want it to
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| Behind the road you wait for long
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| So I said follow me down this time
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| I wrote the rules but you? |
| ve got the time
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| So can you help me
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| I? |
| ve got to break free from these chains oh from these chains
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| And these flames, boil in reclaim
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| On the way down
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you want it to
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you wanted it to
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| Your eyes they fall before us
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| Your sighs are all around
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| Inside the walls have fallen
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| And now, you? |
| re all alone
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you want it to
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| I can follow you
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| Your heart beats just like I wanted it to
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| And you wanted it to
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| Behind the road, we wait for long |