And oh, he was a lantern but they closed their eyes And oh, he offered them heaven but they chose to die Oh, the burden of knowing what cannot be said like a stone that grew heavy only once he was dead Meet me tomorrow I must get away Because I, feel like I've waited too long in this place
God it's just a simple thing to pick up your bags and your things
And oh, maybe the times aren't as half as bad now Yes and oh, maybe the lies aren't as half as sad now But oh, I want us to live and I want us to know Because I, dreamed of a place and I want us both to go
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