When they skinned you alive I was right by your side
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In a single dark room, they were singing the tune,
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You spoke in tongues cut out, mimicked words of those devout.
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No guns, no glory, no heroes in this story.
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Just the words of a fool, the thoughts of a king, and a heart that screams fury.
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I wanna know, if you had this stage what would you say and could I sing along?
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Or would you convince me there¡¯s nothing left and that all hope is gone?
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So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
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I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
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So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
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I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
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I¡¯m walking around trying how to find the sound
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Of planes crashing and pilots swearing off the ground.
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Mayday! Mayday! We¡¯re going down! Our blaze of glory¡¯s been found!
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Sound the air raid Siren, hope is dying, hope is dying!
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She was a first-class mistress.
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When they skinned me alive you were not by my side
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In a single dark room, they were singing the tune.
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And when my tongue came out you were nowhere to be found.
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I will not believe! You see you¡¯ve got something to prove to me.
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I will not, I cannot, I do not believe. You see you¡¯ve got, you¡¯ve got something to prove to me.
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So I need a jump-start, baby. I need a new heart, yeah?
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I need a way to find myself without falling apart.
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So I need a new mask maybe. This face just will not last.
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I will seek you out; I will never bring you back.
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I won¡¯t say your name.
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Peregrine
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| A Girl A Gun A Ghost |
