The hill's steepest before
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We crash into the fray
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Like the waves seduced the bay
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We run straight at the din
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Oh, to have a bombshell's skin
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Oh, to never feel a thing
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The only heaven I call home
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The one where I feel safe alone
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The dear and departed
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The black crush has started
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Tell all my friends I'm coming home
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There's bodies everywhere
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Although we know it's rude to stare
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At the bastards frozen there
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Across the beach I see
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A hooded figure, so serene
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Caress your shoulder
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Baby, sleep
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The only heaven I call home
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The one where I feel safe alone
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The dear and departed
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The black crush has started
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Tell all my friends I'm coming home
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Black Crush
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Kids In Glass Houses |