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Funeral For A Friend Casually dressed and deep in conversation Bend Your Arms To Look Like Wings Bend your arms to look like wings As the sun sets on battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Distance makes my heart grow colder Distance makes my heart grow older Just enough to cut the air from your lungs As the sun sets (we push and pull apart) On battlefields (enough for this to end) I hope you can save me (from ourselves) I hope you can save us from ourselves Denial in the arms of our saviours And my heart is torn to pieces Just enough to cut the air from your lungs And paper cuts and bloody hands In the middle they would meet |
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