Oh, meet me when the morning fails on the fields of desire
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Oh, meet me when I lost my part in the choir of dusk
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Where the promise to lead what is right
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As we both know how fields will turn white
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And know I will never speak of days
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'Cause I know you won't count them
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No, we have never grown a day from the poison we shared
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And we're walking our crooked path home
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But will we ever confess what we've done?
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Yes, we're still kids on the run
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And, no, we will never be a part of the pictures once taken
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When we're feeding fire with the flames 'til no memory's gone
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And the cold sky will write us a song
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But will we ever confess what we've done?
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Yes, we're still kids on the run
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And the reflections in their eyes
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Sure could paint us as killers
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Oh, I'll be there
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And 'til the terror of our time
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Could forgive us as lovers
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Oh, let's break some hearts
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And, no, I will never speak of ways 'cause I know you won't try them
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But all the weapons raining from the sky will be ours to embrace
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And the cold sky will write us a song
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But will we ever confess what we've done?
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Yes, we're still kids on the run
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Kids On The Run
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| The Tallest Man On Earth |
