Burn it all up,
Hanging in the street.
Enlightenment,
Whining, mercy me.
Take my hand now, love,
Down the stairs, your father walks.
I will lead the way,
His hair is falling grey.
Leave them behind,
Runnin' to the sea.
Don't make a sound,
Twitching silently.
Take my hand now, love,
Down the stairs, your father walks.
I will lead the way,
His hair is falling grey .
No matter what they say,
I can make you stay.
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