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Look up at the sky |
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Two storms arise |
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Clouds come cover up the two fullmoons |
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Try making sense of two compasses |
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Chances are the road goes serpentine now eiter one we choose |
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There's a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads |
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As we ride into the Double Sunset |
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And there's a pitch black cloud, it's hanging over our heads |
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As we ride into where there's no-one waiting |
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We're reading signs with four red eyes |
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It's hard when you see everything in two |
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Me and my friend, we'll get shelter from the rain |
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We rest our heads and hope that sleep comes visiting us soon |
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And there's a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads |
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As we ride into the Double Sunset |
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And there's a pitch black cloud, it's hanging over our heads |
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As we ride into where there's no-one waiting |
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I will hold your hand at the bitter end |
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When the camera pans and the soundtrack swells |
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I will namedrop you at the gates of burning hell |
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When there's no-one else, there's no-one else |
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And there's a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads |
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As we ride into the Double Sunset |
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I will hold your hand at the bitter end |
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When the camera pans and the soundtrack swells |
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I will namedrop you at the gates of burning hell |
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When there's no-one else, there's no-one else |
