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the cathedral in cologne looks like a spaceship |
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like the hand of god falling from the sky |
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a thousand stone-carved saints hang like icicles |
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but icicles don't take a thousand years to die |
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and all of us who worked on this cathedral |
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or even spent a moment passing by |
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all of us are swept away like breadcrumbs |
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what comfort does it bring soaring towers left behind |
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towers left behind |
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but there's a fiberglass castle in wisconsin |
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where kids race go-karts around a moat |
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once we went off there in december |
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and all the water slides and fudge shops were closed |
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looking to find love under the ice machine |
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but all we did was drink in empty bars |
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stumblin' drunk, we crawled back to our hotel room |
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i fell against you and felt your beating heart |
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i felt your beating heart |
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where the snow is slowly falling on the ice machine |
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and the moon shone hazy through the pines |
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lawn chairs are thrown into an empty pool |
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a dog chained to a tree, barking at the sky |
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towers left behind |
