As the tides hit the road
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I can never gate the burning snow,
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On a Phanhm wave
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we glide until we melt and flow
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frozen you have chosen to be here...
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[Chorus]
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So as the misery takes fold
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shallow, drink it down..
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Doesn't seem to hurt as much
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til you hit the ground,
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follow me we'll hide behind the sun...
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The sky is breaking through
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the universe will fight to shine
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beneath the dying moon
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we learn we own a taste for crime
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broken we have spoken come on blue....
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[Bridge]
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But nobody seems to know, its simple enough
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with the way of pitch black hours
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his confidence, silence and sound
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his confidence, silence and..sound
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[Chorus]
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Follow me we'll hide behind the sun
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follow me we'll hide....
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A Taste For Crime
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American Hi-Fi |