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Out in the fields the skies crack and peel. |
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While off in the distance the buildings collide. |
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And down in the grass is a sea of broken glass. |
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And remnants of lives that I used to label "mine." |
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And I've lost my tongue and I've lost all my friends. |
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And I can't remember if I give a damn. |
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We peek from the edge of an old rusty bridge. |
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Down in the water is the house where we were raised. |
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And over where the trees and gardens used to be. |
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Are remnants of pictures we still carry in our minds. |
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And you've lost your mind and you've lost all your plans. |
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And I can't quite tell if you even give a damn. |
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The neighborhood is gone. The air reeks of smoke ash and cold. |
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Winter's sleeping on our doorsteps. |
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As you hum your songs, the water turn to ice above our home. |
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So we go collect our paychecks and leave. |
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Up comes the sun to burn everyone. |
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And we pay the difference by peeling off our skin. |
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And as far as we can tell, it's pretty cold in hell. |
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But you've got your sweaters, |
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So I'm sure you won't mind. |
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But you've lost your heart. And you've lost all your will. |
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You're shot full of holes, and what you hold always spills. |
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The city's met its end. The monuments have all crashed and burned. |
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I doubt that we'll miss them. |
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We walk through the woods, and neither of us looks back, not once. |
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There's nothing behind us anymore. |
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It was all in our heads. It was all in our heads. |
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The sky was never falling; it was all in our heads. |
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So sleep well tonight. And dream some good things. |
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The sky was never falling. It was all a bad dream. |
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[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/farewell-lyrics-electric-president.html ] |
