| We were brothers there, we were running away
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| In a mountain town on the other side of the world
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| And I remember the night as clear as day
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| I wanted to leave but you had to stay
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| You were high on romance
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| And on a one-on-one with Fate
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| You stepped outside just for a moment
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| For a cigarette and to watch the stars
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| And that was all you said
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| And one by one we came outside, shouting for you, shouting for you
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| The laughter swallowed by the trees, shouting for you
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| Do the gods take the children, do the gods take the children
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| That belong to them, that belong to them?
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| Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children
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| Their mark upon you, their mark upon you
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| The hours turned to days and the days began to stretch
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| And the shepherds combed the hills
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| The way they search for straying sheep
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| Before they’re taken by the wolves
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| And I tried to think about who was there
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| Put pictures of you everywhere but there were only questions
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| And the local police shrugged their shoulders
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| Said the files are all still open, empty pages, nothing more
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| Do the gods take the children, do the gods take the children
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| That belong to them, that belong to them?
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| Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children
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| Their mark upon you, their mark upon you
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| And for a while in hometown street
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| There were candles lit in every window
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| But soon it dwindled just to one
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| And the frantic phone-calls became shorter
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| And no one speaking English now
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| And nothing much to tell anyhow
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| And the wilderness we carry with us
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| It’s like a dream of innocence
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| And the gods take their children, and the gods take their children
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| Their mark upon you, their mark upon you
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| Do the gods take their children, do the gods take their children
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| I miss you, I miss you |