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Blood on the rocks |
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Fire in the sky |
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A crack in the cloud where the misshapen moon is |
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Alone again or |
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A piece of the whole |
| [01:08.55] |
Following on from the beat of the music |
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You live for the city |
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Die for the city |
| [01:18.81] |
Where the bourgeoisie are a pink sea of humans |
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Positioned above |
| [01:28.18] |
Evading the fog |
| [01:29.63] |
A great white animal everywhere, breathing |
| [01:32.96] |
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| [01:37.47] |
Wringing the cracks out of our fingers |
| [01:41.83] |
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| [01:42.59] |
Folding them back into the murky water |
| [01:48.41] |
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| [01:58.59] |
Pinching the flesh free from the bruising |
| [02:02.97] |
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| [02:03.59] |
Pondering on this life and how we use it |
| [02:10.41] |
|
| [02:12.93] |
Or abuse it |
| [02:15.93] |
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| [02:40.50] |
TImber and tide |
| [02:41.62] |
Creep through the night |
| [02:42.87] |
A slow black crawl from the sleeping sirens |
| [02:46.01] |
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| [02:50.88] |
Modesty wrapped |
| [02:51.82] |
Till we do the collapse |
| [02:53.07] |
A bitter retreat into the heat of pleasure |
| [02:56.78] |
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| [03:01.34] |
Wringing the cracks out of our fingers |
| [03:05.78] |
|
| [03:06.35] |
Folding them back into the murky water |
| [03:12.47] |
|
| [03:22.34] |
Pinching the flesh free from the bruising |
| [03:27.34] |
Pondering on this life and how we use it |
| [03:34.40] |
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| [03:36.78] |
Or abuse it |
| [03:39.53] |
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| [04:03.40] |
There may be more, there may be more |
| [04:10.63] |
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| [04:22.57] |
But at the side of the road |
| [04:25.00] |
You'll find your ghost |
| [04:27.07] |
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| [04:27.70] |
Evading the call |
| [04:29.82] |
Of tortured voices |
