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If these buildings were fields |
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I'd make sure they were ashes, |
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Set fire to the stubble |
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And piss on the flames. |
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Leave no tower unscathed, |
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Leave no street signs no lovers |
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And find me a place for |
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What's left of my name. |
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We climbed atop the fence |
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On the backs of a nation |
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And looked out on the city |
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Or of what it remained. |
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Just a pile of old shoes |
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Each abandoned by laces, |
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Like Cain with no brothers |
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Or his queen with no name. |
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Mary please don't go and |
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Get yourself all knocked up |
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My hands don't have the strength |
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To hold you up. |
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We've been traveling down this road |
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And now I'm afraid |
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Mine is forking south, |
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There's a lot of things we could say. |
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We danced through the night |
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Just to keep it together, |
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Hid around the fires |
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And shook off the blame. |
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Chalked it up to our youth |
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Just some reckless ambitions |
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To burn down the lord |
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We tried so hard to save. |
