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Or if you're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation Our names are x and n We have no value in these calculations Placed on a
we find our way home Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? Did a violin swell those circles under your eyes? Did you play the part straight, like a
Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind. Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights
to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party crashes and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light
There was a sound Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches
unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light
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The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide And so we silhouette ourselves For these shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I will
Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into
What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith Left out behind your father?s car You said, ?there?s no one watching over
will overcome We will overcome Our fathers plant arms in foreign soil Our brothers die No one knows Where it ends (between the crosshairs) Our lives (weave a
What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith, left out behind your father?s car You said, ?There?s no one watching over
if we're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation Our names are 'X' and 'N' We have no value in these calculations Placed on a
watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party crashes and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light
There was a sound split all the heavens apart In the northern view out in a southern spark Oh, I will be with you running from the rain When it reaches
A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light
