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They took our bodies |
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Now we gave our souls |
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They bought our minds |
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And now we're broke |
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The air makes |
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my skin turn pale |
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But I can feel you |
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on the Richter-scale |
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The revolution, |
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Well it makes me yawn |
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There's only the darkness |
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When you are gone |
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Don't ever go |
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You'll have to promise me |
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You're the only thing that's ever meant |
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something for me |
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Don't ever go |
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You are the dawn for me |
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I'm a mess but at least I'm yours to keep |
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You are the dawn |
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The economists |
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rant and drool |
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But all fortune |
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I really need is you |
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All the dress codes |
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really make me yawn |
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There's only the darkness |
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When you are gone |
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The city always sleeps |
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Light has abandoned |
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these pitch black streets |
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The city always sleeps |
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You have abandoned |
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these pitch black streets |