Guess we came up in a ghost town.
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Now all those buildings have burned down.
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Another price to be paid for being free.
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It's getting harder to see now that the lights have all gone out.
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Can't pay for the electricity.
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And all along they've been saying nothing new to me.
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Lately, seems right is wrong and wrong is everything we need maybe.
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And still the beds are burning, burning in our sleep.
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Take me away from everything I see.
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There' gunshots on the dancefloor.
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Please tell me what do we die for?
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And by the way, yesterday, bet you were me.
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Seen hard days, probably see more.
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There's police at the front door saying
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"by the way, yesterday, heard you were free."
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And all along they've been saying nothing new to me.
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Lately, seems right is wrong and wrong is everything we need maybe.
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And still the beds are burning, burning in our sleep.
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Take me away from everything I see.
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And we'll dance on the ashes of what's left,
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as long as these hearts beat in our chests.
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And we fell through the railings and pavements,
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while I wondered if they get what I get.
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And I promise you I won't be leaving,
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without taking you where I go.
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See the price of belief's in believing.
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Anywhere that we go we'll be share this same old song.
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And we'll be standing singing.
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As if it's life we're living.
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As if it's blood we're spilling.
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As if we're leaving here someday.
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...And We'll Dance On The Ashes Of What's Left (Ashes)
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| The Beautiful Girls |
