Sing me a song.
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I know we've used up every dawn,
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And yet I wonder
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When the scholars find our bones
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A thousand years from now under
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All the ashes of the earth,
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Will we be together?
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The only thing I know for sure.
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The plates may shift
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And slit your wrists,
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But wear your scars.
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I will follow you through the dark.
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Don't be afraid.
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This is the last night of our lives.
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Buried in flames.
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So kiss me one more time tonight.
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In your darkest night
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When all is lost,
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I will be your light,
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At whatever cost.
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Let the plaster flow into
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The space our bodies used
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To occupy.
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Let it be a record of
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The love that buried us alive
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Underneath the sands of time.
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A testament that even after death
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Love survives.
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Exit the vein.
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Exit the lungs.
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Exit the body.
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Never the heart.
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The Art Of Staying Alive
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| Adair |
