Walking out into the dark
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Cutting out a different path
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Lead by your beating heart
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All the people of the town
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Cast their eyes right to the ground
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In matters of the heart
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The night was all you had
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You ran into the night from all you had
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Found yourself a path upon the ground
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You ran into the night; you can't be found
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But
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This is your heart
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Pumps through your veins
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Summer evening breezes blew
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Drawing voices deep from you
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Lead by your beating heart
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What a year and what a night
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What terrifying final sights
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Put out your beating heart
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The night was all you had
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You ran into the night from all you had
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Found yourself a path upon the ground
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You ran into the night; you can't be found
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But
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This is your heart
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Pumps through your veins
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky, why?
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To see where it would fall, will you come down at all?
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If you had your gun would you shoot it at the sky, why?
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To see where your bullet would fall, will you come down at all?
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This is your heart
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Pumps through your veins
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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This is your racing heart
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Pumps through your veins
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Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
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Laura Palmer
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| Bastille |
