| Keeping on the outside
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| Glimmer in the moonlight
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| Only shadows stays where we are
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| Creeping on the edge of the dark
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| We feel warmth in the cold corners
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| Eyes on the back of our heads
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| We roll out when the day’s over
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| Chasing silhouettes
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| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
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| We’ll be the last ones standing,
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| We’ll be the last ones,
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| We’ll be the last ones standing,
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| City made of thin glass
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| Smoldering in pitch black
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| Sand so thick you can’t see the stars
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| Can’t tell good and evil apart
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| We feel warms in the cold corners
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| Eyes on the back of our heads
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| We roll out when the day’s over
|
| Chasing silhouettes
|
| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
|
| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
|
| We’ll be the last ones standing,
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| We’ll be the last ones,
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| We’ll be the last ones standing.
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| When it all goes up in flames
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| When it all goes up in flames
|
| We’ll be the last ones,
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| When it all goes up in flames
|
| We’ll be the last ones standing,
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| When it all goes up in flames,
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| We’ll be the last ones,
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| When it all goes up in flames,
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| We’ll be the last ones standing,
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| When it all goes up in flames,
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| We’ll be the last ones |