Oh, I see you in your cobra nest
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All dressed up in your Sunday best
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In the opal morning light
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See your gun there, shining bright
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Shining bright
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Now the storm is on its way
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Coming here to break the day
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Steaming rain
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Oh, you go shoot me down
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Take my halo, yoke and crown
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Yoke and crown
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'Cause I've been to the darkest place I know
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You, my dear, shouldn't fear what lies below
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It's just bones
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Now you go softly soft
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Picking out better bones than your own
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Oh, I see you creep in the dark
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Sticking pins into the rain
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To wash away
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And I've been to the only place I know
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It's just bones
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So you, my dear, shouldn't fear what lies below
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It's just bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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So how can love bear to see you, bear to see you go alone?
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Black and blue, this beating heart's got the same blood as your own,
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As your own.
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So you, my dear, shouldn't fear what lies below
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It's just bones
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And I've been to the darkest place you know
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It's just bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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Just bones, bones
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What Remains
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Foals |