There's no hold The moving has come through The danger passing you Turns its face into the heat And runs the tunnels It's so cold The dark dug up by dogs The stiches torn and broke The rugged fist you choke Has hit the blood-light Glass traps open and close on nite flights Broken necks, feather plates press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to fall Glass traps open and close on nite flights Broken necks, feather plates press the walls Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights With only one promise, only one way to fall On nite flights On nite flights On nite flights Only one way to fall On nite flights On nite flights On nite flights Only one way to fall
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