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Tough my lips are swollen |
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My throat filled with blood |
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I can still say your name |
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And still call for The Flood |
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We are fighting so obscure |
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Beneath the lonely moonlight |
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And the street calls our name |
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Repeatedly tonight |
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Our thoughts are plastered |
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On the miserable walls |
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Of this lowering bud |
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This Monster of a city |
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I wish our words |
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Were of any use |
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I wish we could reach out |
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Before they shut our mouths |
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We have no friends |
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We have no lovers |
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We're facing dead ends |
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It's for the better |
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You don't wanna join us |
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We're headed in a wall |
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With our eyes wide shut |
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And our faith on stall |
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But the pavement has worn us |
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Down to th' essentials |
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Out of strength we howl |
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Starving hysterical naked |
