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So strange |
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I remember you in protest of a prayer |
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Falling back from seas we fear to sail |
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I swear I saw the shooter gold deep and double dare |
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Postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail |
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Feigning an apology |
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Those words they never left your lips |
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Those five years in |
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BermudaSlide by like the lights of passing ships |
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So strange that |
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I remember you |
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Knee deep in |
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Nietzsche's lies |
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My throat was an open grave |
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I drank your stained glass eyes |
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And they taste like dead cathedrals |
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That are crumbling beneath a weight |
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Ten thousand jaded tourists |
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Who've traded in their hearts and hands for |
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Disposable cameras |
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Set to document to decay |
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Set to capture just enough of life |
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To catalogue the things we throw away |
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Breathing the fumes of our machines |
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We've lost our way |
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Breathing through television dreams |
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If we could only see us now |
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If we could only see us now |
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The words of the dead ring in our ears |
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But it's only a lie |
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The voice, in your head brings you to tears |
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But you don't know why |
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The words of the dead ring in our ears |
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But it's only a lie |
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The voice, in your head brings you to tears |
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But its only a lie |
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Yes, it's only a lie isn't it? |
