We found our own place
Making money for the first time
We burned the days away
Sitting pretty on a landslide
They would come when I called out
Premonitions fail to blow out
Fire in the future lighthouse
Where were you? When I called out
We build a hideaway
Selling tickets to the afterlife
We blew our minds away
Drifting softly on a landmine
They would come when I called out
Premonitions fail to blow out
Fire in the future lighthouse
Premonitions fail to blow out
Fire in the future lighthouse
Where were you, when I called out?
You're just in time to be dead
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