It’s hard to see at night, the stars are falling into the snow. Helicopters are swarming all around. Searching, searching always searching but they won’t find you and me. You were right, we just weren’t made for this life. But when we wake up in the morning we’ll dig a fallen star right out of the snow. Put it in a jar, the light will carry us home tonight. It’s hard to see at night, the stars are falling into the snow. Helicopters come crashing down. Death is on my heels, maybe baby you were right. We never had no chance.
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