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a history of light repeat now now
A history of light repeat now now, oh hey now now
hell and high water
Why all the frequencies combine, when something s wrong you know
brighter light
Oh hey now now a history of light, becomes a pitch black heaven, oh hey now now
You know it s right, and we filled our florescent sails, hell and high water
Becomes a pitch black heaven, there really is no reason that you need to ask why Lights, you know it made me wonder why
Because you know it s right, there s things which we all need to navigate
And you dance like sparks from a muzzle, oh hey now now
and we walked under neon skies
for darker skies
Oh we fall like sparks from a muzzle, oh hey now now, oh the future s bright
Daisy chains of lights around the city now, oh hey now now
you know it s
You know it made me wonder why, you know it s right, you know it s right
They glow but never quite illuminate, daisy chains of lights around the city now, when you fall like sparks from a muzzle
Welcome for the day or stay forever, you know it s right
Because you know it s right, when you fall like sparks from a muzzle British, when you don t know why and you don t care how it ends
they glow but never quite illuminate
it just ain t right
Won t stop us now, oh hey now now
When you fall like sparks from a muzzle, you know it s
It led to sodium-scarred wailing weeks, and you dance like sparks from a muzzle
you know it made me wonder why
Oh lights out baby, you know it s For, oh lights out baby
And you dance like sparks from a muzzle, they glow but never quite illuminate, and we filled our florescent sails
And we filled our florescent sails, you know it made me wonder why
And we were lit by kerosene, for darker skies, you know it s right
So dance like sparks from a muzzle, oh hey now now, oh hey now now
A history of light repeat now now, a history of light repeat now now British, oh hey now now
Oh stop acting like you re my best friend, why all the frequencies combine Darker, so dance like sparks from a muzzle
And you dance like sparks from a muzzle, when you don t know why and you don t care how it ends