Looking down lonesome roads so certain Salvation lie over the hill Driven by dreams that became burdens Covered in blood that we spilled Sympathising with the horizon As the moon gently disappear You whispered soft in my ear Lets get the fuck out of here Cities and towns we would hang around Turned into heartless machines Burying grounds full of sight and sounds But lost in irrelevant scenes Mathematicians and magicians still argue About wordless forces so clear And youd whisper soft in my ear Get me the fuck out of here Let the dead bury the dead you said Were only passing through I dont need you to be mine I need you to be you Youll only find dice and dust If you go travelling shooting stars The woman I love is the woman you are Remember when you asked where we were going And I thought that I followed you Travelling blindly without knowing If love was enough to get through All the lords and the changing of gods Of promised redemption with fear And youd whisper soft in my ear Lets get the fuck out of here Let the dead bury the dead you said Were only passing through I dont need you to be mine I need you to be you Youll only find dice and dust If you go travelling shooting stars The woman I love is the woman you are
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