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I shake through the wreckage for signs of life |
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Scrolling through the paragraphs |
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Clicking through the photographs |
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I wish I could make sense of what we do |
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Burning down the capitals |
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The wisest of the animals |
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Who are you? What are you living for? |
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Tooth for tooth' maybe we＇ll go one more |
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This life is lived in perfect symmetry |
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What I do' that will be done to me |
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Read page after page of analysis |
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Looking for the final score |
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We＇re no closer than we were before |
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Who are you? What are you fighting for? |
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Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life |
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Lived in perfect symmetry |
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What I do' that will be done to me |
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As the needle slips into the run-out groove |
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Love - maybe you＇ll feel it too |
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And maybe you＇ll find life is unkind |
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And over so soon |
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There is no golden gate |
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There＇s no heaven waiting for you |
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Oh boy you ought to leave this town |
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Get out while you can the meter＇s running down |
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The voices in the streets you love |
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Everything is better when you hear that sound |
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........ |
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Spineless dreamers hide in churches |
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Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses |
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I dream in emails' worn-out phrases |
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Mile after mile of just empty pages |
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Wrap yourself around me |
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Wrap yourself around me |
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As the needle slips into the run-out groove |
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Maybe you＇ll feel it too |
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Maybe you＇ll feel it too |
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