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Away from the outskirts there we are bound |
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To save up and paint the foothills down |
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By the wreck in the empty lake |
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Walk alone down the fire break |
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The silence is a beauty born |
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The memory is hard to take |
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Hit the lights out across the scar |
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See the leaves dive like falling hearts |
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The headlights through the smoking trees |
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Down where the lovers park on a one way street |
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Our ghosts will pour out like a torrent above the land |
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At the drains of the coast on the winds of the hinterland |
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And that laid a fire to rest |
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Illuminating heavy gold |
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Driven by the furnace light |
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Hidden in an ocean fold |
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Hit the lights out across the scar |
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See the leaves dive like falling hearts |
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The headlights through the smoking trees |
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Down where the lovers park on a one way street |
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On a one way street |
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To walk the sea |
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We glow by the fire when the hills slip into dark |
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And lay by the flames as the sun dies like a spark |
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And down, down, down |
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You're certainly a long way down |
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I used to find you in a world out there |
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But I don't see you anywhere |
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Hit the lights out across the scar |
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See the leaves dive like falling hearts |
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The headlights through the smoking trees |
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Down where the lovers park on a one way street |
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On a one way street |
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On a one way street |
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On a one way street |
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To walk the sea |
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To walk the sea |
