There's a man with a face like sorrow
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Now he's gone for good
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How could anyone hold you without feeling good?
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There's a shop where the thoughts that I borrow
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Swim around my head like snow
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How could anyone ignore you?
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So play on, play on, play on
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The skies are made vermillion
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We're singing in a concrete star
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Oh we're all just castles in the cards
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There's a hope in my blood when I see you
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I hear crashing drums
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How could any other language hope to lead me on?
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Little sparks in the puddles shoot like darts
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at all the things we might be
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you and me
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and time itself is frozen
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So play on, play on, play on
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The skies are made vermillion
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We're killing all the saints tonight
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Oh play on, you shadows of the light
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So play on, play on, play on
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The skies are made vermillion
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If all I was was all I felt
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Then the sun itself would start to melt
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Into waterfalls pouring down like song
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Oh play on
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So play on, play on, play on
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The skies are made vermillion
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Killing all the saints tonight
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Oh we're all just dancers in the night
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Vermillion
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Guillemots |