| We were on the floor below
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| Just before the afterglow
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| Waiting for the tides to rise
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| And chase the day, yeah
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| And what I’ll never forget
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| Bars in the windows of your eyes
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| You put yourself behind
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| Swallow the key
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| And hope they never find
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| Now you’re screaming «fire»
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| But you burn your own bridge down
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| When enough’s enough
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| No one hears a sound
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| How does it feel?
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| How do you tell which one is real?
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| 'Coz your name is my name
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| And our game is played the same
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| One of you to turn the screw
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| And one to take the blame, whoah
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| 'Coz my blood is your blood
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| And our blood they can’t contain, oh One of us to turn to dust
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| And one to chase the flame
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| Oh, how does it feel?
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| Can you tell which one is real?
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| There is no dividing line
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| In between what’s yours and mine
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| Please don’t be surprised to find
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| That you are so bright
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| You know my eyes go blind
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| We were breathing fire
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| No one could break us down
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| And from the worlds above
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| We could hear the sound
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| How does it feel
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| Now that you know that I’m for real?
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| 'Coz your name is my name
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| And our game is played the same
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| One of you to turn the screw
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| And one to take the blame, whoah
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| 'Coz my blood is your blood
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| And our blood they can’t contain, oh One of us to turn to dust
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| And one to chase the flame
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| Whoah, how does it feel?
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| Can you tell which one is real?
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| Head on the floor
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| And I could not tell you why
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| Open the door
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| To a cold wind blowing by And like the light I’m gonna
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| Disappear me out of here
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| Vapor in the atmosphere
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| Lost your ghost in the gold of the sun
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| Now you’re not the only one, no How does it feel?
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| Can you tell which one is real?
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| Your name is my name
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| And our game is played the same
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| One of you to turn the screw
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| And one to take the blame
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| My love is what they can’t contain
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| One of us to turn to dust
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| One to take
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| One to take the blame
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| One of us to turn to dust
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| One to chase
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| One to chase the flame, oh Our blood they’ll never contain
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| One of you to turn the screw
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| And one to place
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| One to place the blame
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| How does it feel?
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| Can you tell which one is real? |