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In the dead of the night
Or in the warmth of the sun
You could hide
And hope that they dont find
What your running from
You could live underground
Give yourselves new names
Pretend to be
People you've never met
You'll never see
In the dead of the night
Or in the warmth of the sun
You could run
And pray that your son
Won't give you away
Well you could live underground
Give yourselves new names
Pretend to have
A shred of love in you, anything
All of your friends are, all your friends are gone
Everything you thought was lost, will find a way
All your friends are taken
All your friends are gone
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