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Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Half State Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Half State |
| We were close but we never made it home
We could see what we had and we let it go
Now it’s miles away and cast in stone
Now we’re miles away and casting stones
There’s a fire, there’s a fire on the road
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a place we can never call our own
It’s a falling wind that calls our souls
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a fool alone that carries gold
He’ll find his own when he finds alone
Now it’s miles away and cast in stone
Now he’s miles away and casting stones
There’s a fire there’s a fire on the road
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a place we can never call our own
It’s a falling wind that calls our souls
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
It’s a cruel world that lets us go
So where are they now to let us know
So where are they now to let us know
So where are they now to let me know
Falling through what’s left of the fractions
Waking up the silence passing
Holding on to something you can’t lose
Waiting for a sign of passion
I’m gonna catch them, I’m gonna catch them, never let go
I’m gonna catch them, I’m gonna catch them, never let go
Where are they now
Where are they now
Where are they now
Where are they now? |
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