Marching Orders - Editors

I can open my mind

But there’s no 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

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These are the marching orders

These are the rules that we break

These are the doubts we cling to

Tryin' to get more

Tryin' to get more than we take

(ohhh)

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These are the marching orders

These are the rules that we break

These are the doubts we cling to

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