The ice is really cold, the streetlights really old
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Her child's all alone, as she melts into her own
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And slowly fades away, into a river full of shame
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But at least numb to the pain
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Can you see it?
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Can you feel the shallow wave?
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From a needle to the grave
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From her hell to far away
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You're my only
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You're so sad my valentine
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On your journey to the light
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But first straight to the fire
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And we are, all that we are
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Holding on, till we fall apart
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And we are, all that we are
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Holding on, till we fall apart
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And we are, all that we are
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Holding on, till we fall apart
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And we are, all that we are
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Holding on, till we fall apart
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And we are..
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are
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All that we are/all that we are/all that
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All that we are/all that we are/all that
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[going on in the background]
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[let "all" and "are" melt together in one word]
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All That We Are
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| Angels And Airwaves |
