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Dead in the sun and covered in glue |
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There is a town where nothing moves |
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Nobody works and nobody plays |
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And all of their dreams have melted away |
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All of their hopes have come and gone |
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Even the vultures have moved on |
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They say a hero's coming soon |
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With ivory lungs like huge balloons |
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There ain't no moon and there ain't no stars |
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Over the land of endless scars |
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Covered in brown and coming undone |
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We are what we will not become |
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Only a rundown rusty still |
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Runs through a town that has no will |
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But they say a hero's coming soon |
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He's coming to take a giant breath |
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Into his lungs and blow away the sun |
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I saw a vulture swarming up above a dying crowd |
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Above the villains and the heroes and the down-and-out |
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To snag the carrion and leeches and to stake their claim |
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Before the darkness has a chance to wash it all away |
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And if the evening ever comes maybe it'll set things right' |
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Cause in the dark even the blind can feel a speck of light |
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I'm looking for a sign to show but it don't ever come |
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I'm waiting for the dark to fall and wash away the sun |
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There ain't no heat and there ain't no light |
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Only the black hole of our eyes |
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Caught in an overcrowded room |
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Waiting for its set and two moves |
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But out in the distance there's a glow |
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That nobody sees so nobody knows |
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Well they say a hero's coming soon |
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He's coming to take a giant breath of air |
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Into his lungs and blow away the sun |
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I saw a vulture swarming up above a dying crowd |
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Above the villains and the heroes and the down-and-out |
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To snag the carrion and leeches and to stake their claim |
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Before the darkness has a chance to wash it all away' |
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Cause if the evening ever comes maybe it'll set things right' |
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Cause in the dark even the blind can feel a speck of light |
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I'm looking for a sign to show but it don't ever come |
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I'm waiting for the dark to fall and wash away the sun |
