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Blood on the rocks |
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Fire in the sky |
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A crack in the cloud where the misshapen moon is |
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Alone again or |
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A piece of the whole |
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Following on from the beat of the music |
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You live for the city |
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Die for the city |
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Where the bourgeoisie are a pink sea of humans |
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Positioned above |
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Evading the fog |
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A great white animal everywhere, breathing |
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Wringing the cracks out of our fingers |
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Folding them back into the murky water |
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Pinching the flesh free from the bruising |
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Pondering on this life and how we use it |
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Or abuse it |
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TImber and tide |
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Creep through the night |
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A slow black crawl from the sleeping sirens |
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Modesty wrapped |
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Till we do the collapse |
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A bitter retreat into the heat of pleasure |
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Wringing the cracks out of our fingers |
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Folding them back into the murky water |
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Pinching the flesh free from the bruising |
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Pondering on this life and how we use it |
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Or abuse it |
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There may be more, there may be more |
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But at the side of the road |
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You'll find your ghost |
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Evading the call |
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Of tortured voices |