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Getting low, feel it changing Losing hope, vacant faces Fire barely just alive Dark roads, lonely places Future ghosts, faded pages See the distances in our eyes When this all falls down As it closes round We could be enemies Could this be the end of me? As the days draw out When this hits the ground We could be enemies Could this be the end of me? As the days draw out When this hits the ground We could be enemies Enemies Getting low, empty spaces Letting go, vacant faces Fire's barely still alive When this all falls down As it closes round We could be enemies Could this be the end of me? Enemies Enemies Could this be the end of me? As the days draw out When this hits the ground We could be enemies Could this be the end of me? Could this be the end of me? As the days draw out When this hits the ground We could be enemies Enemies