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Marching Orders

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I can't open my mind
But there's the makings of a dreamer in you
In these desperate times
I'm walking home, walking home to you

I will fall with the rain
I will flicker with the flame, the fire

I used to write down my dreams
Now they're gone when my eyes open on you
Well even though you've fucked up
There's still the makings of a dreamer in you

I will fall with the rain
I will flicker with the flame
I will fall with the rain
I will flicker with the flame
The fire, the fire

These are the marching orders
These are the rules that we break
These are the doubts we cling to
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more
These are the marching orders
These are the rules that we break
These are the doubts we cling to
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more, than we take
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more

These are the marching orders
These are the rules that we break
These are the doubts we cling to
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more
Tryin' give more