Thought we'd grow old the way we were,
A candle caught the wind,
The light started to change,
Wanted to shake, wanted to stir,
But life had us pinned, like targets on a range,
You'll never out run your life line,
But maybe if we try hard enough in good enough time,
Bust the buddle we're staying in,
We're not stafe anymore, touching the floor,
Worth the trouble we're playing in, wash over.
Hung up on rope already bound,
We're walking on a wire,
Let's fll into something dangerous,
You'll never out run your life line,
But maybe if we try hard enough in good enough time,
Bust the buddle we're staying in,
We're not stafe anymore, touching the floor,
Worth the trouble we're playing in, wash over me
Wash over me
Worth the trouble we're playing in, wash over me
A candle caught the wind,
The light started to change,
But life had us pinned, like targets on a range,
A candle caught the wind,
The light started to change,
But life had us pinned, like targets on a range,
Bust the buddle we're staying in,
We're not stafe anymore, touching the floor,
Worth the trouble we're playing in, wash over me
Wash over me.

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