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[00:13.43]He casts the kind of glow only a city knows
[00:23.59]Light creeping into the coffin
[00:28.06]Of these sleepy suburban homes
[00:33.92]He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole
[00:44.47]Bury myself in the front lawn
[00:49.71]Hope he'll come dig up my bones
[01:05.77]Streets here are cemeteries
[01:10.65]They feel alive when they’re dead
[01:16.15]He wakes up all of the skeletons
[01:21.71]Every time I look at him
[01:27.02]He reminds me beautiful things
[01:32.15]Can come from something ugly
[01:38.01]Flowers grow amongst the weeds
[01:43.51]Good things have come from nothing
[01:59.28]He casts the kind of glow only a city knows
[02:08.75]He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole
[02:18.38]He casts the kind of glow only a city knows
[02:27.92]He's so alive in the places everyone here has a hole