| Just give up on the keys that we sold
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| Cause I’ve got a cut from the mould
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| We forgot the crosses you foretold
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| Now I may pick them up
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| Now I may pick them up
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| I know that the answers and tone
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| Just reeks of the cynics and clones
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| but if we tear the kings and queens from their thrones
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| This night may pick up
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| This night may pick up
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| So call off these lyrics and fight
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| The people will sing it tonight
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| Their hearts are the engines for their bones
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| Now I may pick them up
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| Now I may pick them
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| And this love
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| Your love is all I need
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| It’s the reason I exist
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| The only blood that I can bleed
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| They’ll drip dry our hopes
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| But we won’t be afraid
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| For as long as there’s good, there’s bad
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| and it’s hurtful and cruel
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| but the truth always finds a way
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| Just give up all your covers for cold
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| To piece through the puzzles untold
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| Swift shovel through the lies
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| that you have told
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| I may take them up
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| Now I may take them up
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| Smooths as the stones that we throw
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| Skim through the puddles way below
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| Slick shuffle through the lies as they are thrown
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| I may pick them up
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| Now I may pick them up
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| and this love
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| your love is all I need
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| It’s the reason I exist
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| The only blood that I can bleed
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| They’ll drip dry our hopes
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| but we won’t be afraid
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| for as long as there’s good, there’s bad
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| and it’s hurtful and cruel
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| but the truth always finds a way
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| woo
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| given the people we know
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| it’s hard to believe it’s so
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| why have the good ones got too old?
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| The good ones are not too old
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| For as long as there’s good
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| There’s bad
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| and it’s hurtful and cruel
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| but the truth always finds a way
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| for as long as there’s good, there’s bad,
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| and it’s hurtful and cruel
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| but the truth always finds a way
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| oh
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| and we won’t be afraid
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| for as long as there’s good
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| there’s bad
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| and it’s hurtful and cruel
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| but the truth always finds a way
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| for as long as there’s
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| good |