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Thursday - "A Gun In The First Act" |
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I saw you standing with a broken cigarette out in the rain. |
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I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem. |
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Now you're praying to the memory of a god you used to love |
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A reminder of his death hanging low around your neck |
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Do you find sleep comes easy? |
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Dancing with the empty silhouette of everything |
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Our waking lives are just the dreams of our dreams. |
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Standing in the city asking what it's all for but |
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There's nothing in this world |
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that giving meaning makes it more: |
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The louder the ring, the less the thing. |
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The louder the ring, the less the thing. |
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When we see black clouds coming over our heads, |
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over our heads, |
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Then we know where it's ending |
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A loaded gun hanging over our heads... |
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We already know the way it ends. |
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Screaming from a stage or at a pay-phone in the rain |
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Trying to find the words I always think I need to say. |
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Please, bring it back to the moment before you left |
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I never felt the sting. |
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The louder the ring, the less the thing. |
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The louder the ring, the less the thing. |
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When we see black clouds coming over our heads, |
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over our heads, |
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Then we know where it's ending |
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A loaded gun hanging over our heads... |
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We already know the way it ends. |
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Break, break, break it down |
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Back to the way that it was before |
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When symbols weren't just loaded guns |
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And black clouds weren't just metaphors |
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Bring, bring, bring it back |
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Back to the way that it was before: |
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Empty all the loaded guns and bury all the metaphors. |
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