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Dying Sun
Old and new, dead and alive
flowers bloom in the deep moonlight
healed and torn, fallen arise
hope is born with the last tear cried
Oh, oh, jump into the river of blood
no, no, don't say the water's too rough
dreams will be enough, believe in love
Tear the photos from the wall
they keep me anything but strong
let it all go up in smoke
nothing left that hasn't broke
even my own name sounds foreign to me
I don't know who I am, better get out if I can
might as well throw it all away
get a fresh start for another day
maybe I should run, run, run
into the dying sun
Lies and truth, trust and deceit
unsurprisingly, promises come cheap
far and wide, shallow and deep
wonder why they never seem to keep
oh, oh, with closed eyes take a risk
no, no, don't think life will go amiss
love is all you need, it'll teach you things
Tear the photos from the wall
they keep me anything but strong
let it all go up in smoke
nothing left that hasn't broke
even my own name sounds foreign to me
I don't know who I am, better get out if I can
might as well throw it all away
get a fresh start for another day
maybe I should run, run, run
into the dying sun
flowers bloom in the deep moonlight
healed and torn, fallen arise
hope is born with the last tear cried
Oh, oh, jump into the river of blood
no, no, don't say the water's too rough
dreams will be enough, believe in love
Tear the photos from the wall
they keep me anything but strong
let it all go up in smoke
nothing left that hasn't broke
even my own name sounds foreign to me
I don't know who I am, better get out if I can
might as well throw it all away
get a fresh start for another day
maybe I should run, run, run
into the dying sun
Lies and truth, trust and deceit
unsurprisingly, promises come cheap
far and wide, shallow and deep
wonder why they never seem to keep
oh, oh, with closed eyes take a risk
no, no, don't think life will go amiss
love is all you need, it'll teach you things
Tear the photos from the wall
they keep me anything but strong
let it all go up in smoke
nothing left that hasn't broke
even my own name sounds foreign to me
I don't know who I am, better get out if I can
might as well throw it all away
get a fresh start for another day
maybe I should run, run, run
into the dying sun
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