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Lost in the stations that sleep in the cold |
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Nights were so bold – old times |
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Ring up the chimes I used to hear |
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No point in saving what's left of the love |
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For clouds up above |
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I see the faces that dance in the glass |
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Lights chase them past each other |
| [01:00.660] |
Walking with people that fell from the sky |
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Better to try |
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| [01:19.110] |
Under the candles that cry in their cage |
| [01:25.000] |
Tears were all the rage – strange times |
| [01:30.800] |
Broke up the rhymes I used to know |
| [01:36.240] |
No point in keeping the last of the wine |
| [01:42.000] |
For years in decline |
| [01:45.790] |
I see the faces that dance in the flames |
| [02:00.390] |
Playing their games with each other |
| [02:08.710] |
Talking to people who came from the stars |
| [02:16.680] |
Driving their cars |
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| [02:58.360] |
I see the faces that dance in the glass |
| [03:07.620] |
Lights chase them past each other |
| [03:17.660] |
Walking with people that fell from the sky |
| [03:24.660] |
Better to try |
