| Desperate years, searching for honesty
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| The moonlight here, slowly begins to fade
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| If you and me take the last pill
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| Does it have to end?
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| Close the blinds, light the candles
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| And start that disc again
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| Memories of another time playing on our minds
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| You and me in the front line
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| Lend your ears
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| I’ll tell you another tale
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| The false dark light
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| Deceives us another day
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| If you and me take the last pill
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| Does it have to end?
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| Close the blinds, light the candles
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| And start that disc again
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| We can go out
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| And found mine kissing another hag
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| You and me in the front line
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| As the days comes!
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| Still
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| Gotta get outta here
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| (Not going back, not going alone)
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| Still, gotta get outta here
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| Not going back, not going.
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| You and I have a callsign stoking another fire
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| (Gotta get out, gotta get out of here)
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| Memories of the gold mine drifting through our lives
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| (Gotta get out, gotta get out of here)
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| I have traded the high life
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| For one last chance at reality
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| I’ve been lost in time!
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| Still
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| Gotta get outta here
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| (Not going back, not going alone)
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| Still gotta get outta here
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| Not going back, not going.
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| You and I have a callsign stoking another fire
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| (Gotta get out, gotta get out of here)
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| Memories of the gold mine drifting through our lives!
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| (Gotta get out, gotta get out of here) |