A weaker life will end up paid
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For things down here, for things that stayed
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Now some of us must move like shadows
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And I must face a flashing light
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A strobe, a pulse, a blinding light
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So you can go, I will protect you
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Run back toward home
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Cover the windows
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The screaming wind
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The swinging hinge
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Prepare your eyes
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And hold fast the night
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When the glow born hearts to sing
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We¡¯re finally a beacon
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Then our answered hearts will sing
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We¡¯re finally a beacon
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You run like rivers
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Veins like gold
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Like gold, like angels spinning ghosts
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Like ghosts to walk the earth among us
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For arcs and boones in darker yards
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For all the heavy eyes of far
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Believe it will return for you
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Blue Ruins
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| Falling Up |
