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I am riding with the empty motorcade |
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All the politicians have left the stage |
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The spectre of the high street, the ghost towns return |
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The out of town cathedrals suffocate and control |
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We were young - and yet we were old |
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We were bought - and yet we were sold |
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We were body - and yet we were soul |
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We were rust - and yet we were gold |
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I am riding with the empty motorcade |
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Digital terrorists will remember these days |
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My eyes can't look into yours anymore |
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They are too scared to see what they once saw |
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We were young - and yet we were old |
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We were bought - and yet we were sold |
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We were body - and yet we were soul |
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We were rust - and yet we were gold |
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We were young - and yet we were old |
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We were bought - and yet we were sold |
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We were body - and yet we were soul |
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We were rust - and yet we were gold |
