Nights as cold as daggers
Is tearing up the ground
Devil’s punched a hole
So you can only hear the sound
Walls are closing in
staring at the prey
We’re all just made of sin
the light’s too far away
Far away
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way way
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Get’s you by the hand
And ties you up in chains
Takes your dream from your bed
And the need for love remains
The gates are way too high
Found out yesterday
Rains washed the rivers dry
Guess you’ll have to stay
Far away
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Well the [bad word] are made of glass
And the trees are made of bone
Someone’s in the tower on the broken telephone
If you make it past those dogs
The kind that has no name
I tell you on the outside
it all looks the same
There’s nothing left to do
Nothing left to say
Staring at the middle in the middle of it… far away
Far away
Far away
Far away
Far away
way way
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