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I shake through the wreckage for signs of life |
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Scrolling through the paragraphs |
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Clicking through the photographs |
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I wish I could make sense of what we do |
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Burning down the capitals |
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The wisest of the animals |
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Who are you? What are you living for? |
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Tooth for tooth, maybe we'll go one more |
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This life is lived in perfect symmetry |
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What I do, that will be done to me |
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Read page after page of analysis |
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Looking for the final score |
| [01:53.20] |
We're no closer than we were before |
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Who are you? What are you fighting for? |
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Holy truth? Brother I choose this mortal life |
| [02:18.43] |
Lived in perfect symmetry |
| [02:23.08] |
What I do, that will be done to me |
| [02:31.56] |
As the needle slips into the run-out groove |
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Love - maybe you'll feel it too |
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And maybe you'll find life is unkind |
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And over so soon |
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There is no golden gate |
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There's no heaven waiting for you |
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Oh boy you ought to leave this town |
| [03:07.67] |
Get out while you can the meter's running down |
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The voices in the streets you love |
| [03:16.10] |
Everything is better when you hear that sound |
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Spineless dreamers hide in churches |
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Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses |
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I dream in emails, worn-out phrases |
| [03:55.70] |
Mile after mile of just empty pages |
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Wrap yourself around me |
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Wrap yourself around me |
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As the needle slips into the run-out groove |
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Maybe you'll feel it too |
| [04:32.33] |
Maybe you'll feel it too |
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Maybe you'll feel it too |
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Maybe you'll feel it too |
