There's no hold
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The moving has come through
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The danger passing you
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Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
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It's so cold
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The dark dug up by dogs
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The stiches torn and broke
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The raw meat fist you choke
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Has hit the bloodlite
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Glass traps open and close on
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nite flights
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Broken necks feather weights press the walls
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Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
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With only one promise, only one way to fall
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Glass traps open and close on nite flights
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Broken necks feather weights press the walls
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Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
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With only one promise, only one way to call
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On nite flights
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Only one way to fall
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Nite Flights
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David Bowie |