They can make us run, and they can make us hide,
But they'll never change our minds
They can shoot us down, one by one
But they'll never block the sun
I know you died
A long time ago
Inside you hide
The things they want to know
oh , oh, oh,
The things they want to know,
Oh, oh
But we fucked it up again, somehow
Now you're leaving, I wish back then
I knew what I know now,
The notes you wrote me, sound so lovely
And I read them out loud,
And they were sincere, till they hit your ears
When you heard them from my mouth
And now,
Our love's underground
We bleed and wait, and hold heads high
And carry on despite,
The folded flags, casualties rise,
They come before the dead of night
I know you tried
To let it all go,
Inside you cry
Cause we fucked it up again, somehow
Now you're leaving, I wish back then
I knew what I know now,
The notes you wrote me, sound so lovely
And I read them out loud,
And they were sincere, till they hit your ears
When you heard them from my mouth
And now,
Our love's underground
I know we haven't got much time left
I know we haven't got much time left
But I'll fight until my very last breath,
Cause I know we haven't got much time left
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