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This ain't no time to worry |
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This isn't no time to talk |
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Nobody here is listening |
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Nobody here but us |
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Hold you hands on my lips |
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And pull me in close |
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'Cause everyone's a vulture |
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'Cept the men I love most |
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As we walk in the valley of the shadow of death |
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I feel the fear in your hollow spine is at rest |
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Taking your toll on us |
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You will remember |
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Taking your toll on us |
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You will remember woe |
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We lie on the rooftops |
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We drink to the hopes |
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Of the city raining ashes |
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While the century grows |
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As we walk in the valley of the shadow of death |
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I feel the fear in your hollow spine is at rest |
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And it's taking its toll on us |
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You will remember |
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Taking your toll on us |
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You will remember woe |
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As we walk in the valley of the shadow of death |
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I feel the fear in your hollow spine is at rest |
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As we walk in the valley of the shadow of death |
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I feel the fear in your hollow spine is at rest |
