| I make a wish for the things I miss
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| Lips kiss and I get older
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| A lonesome blues in the hippest shoes
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| Carries the weight of a wounded soldier to your door
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| And I close my eyes and I realize
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| That the darkness holds a sweet surprise
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| Salvation is a sweet sound
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| Vinnie Riley and the lips that would kiss
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| Imagination is the best friend that I’ve found
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| Saturation is the state I’m in
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| Salvation is a sweet sound
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| A fast train and the one I miss
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| Disintegration as the walls come tumbling down
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| Birmingham and East Berlin
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| Misinformation abounds, surrounds me
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| Drags me down and my best friend drowns
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| I look up to an empty sky
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| Here I am, where are you?
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| And the world seems to pass me by
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| And I close my eyes and I realize
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| That the darkness holds a sweet surprise
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| Salvation is a sweet sound
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| Vinnie Riley and the lips that would kiss
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| Imagination is the best friend that I’ve found
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| Saturation is the state I’m in
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| Salvation is a sweet sound
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| A fast train and the one I miss
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| Disintegration as the walls come tumbling down
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| Birmingham and East Berlin
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| And I walk and I close my eyes and I realize
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| That the darkness holds a sweet surprise
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| And we talk and I clench my fist
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| And I make a wish for freedom
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| Salvation is a sweet sound
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| Vinnie Riley and the lips that would kiss
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| Imagination is the best friend that I’ve found
|
| Saturation is the state I’m in
|
| Salvation is a sweet sound
|
| A fast train and the one I miss
|
| Disintegration as the walls come tumbling down
|
| Birmingham and East Berlin
|
| Salvation is a sweet sound
|
| Vinnie Riley and the lips that would kiss
|
| Imagination is the best friend that I’ve found
|
| Saturation is the state I’m in
|
| Salvation is a sweet sound
|
| A fast train and the one I miss
|
| Disintegration as the walls come tumbling down
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| Birmingham and East Berlin |