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Stepping outside, a tap in my heart |
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Why hasn't the sky fallen apart? |
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Because inside this tower of sandston and |
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steel |
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Someone just got served their last hospital |
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meal |
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The city is mocking my darkest hour |
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The bitumen winks thorough a sudden |
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shower |
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And the fat and the blated people mime |
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A hideous laugh to a joke on drivetime |
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And I catch the train |
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Stand side-by-side |
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Why don't the buildings cry? |
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His lung's a machine, his hand's like a |
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fridge |
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You fuckwits don't deserve the privilege |
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Of sitting in the afternoon sun while it sets |
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Enjoying every second of your cigarettes |
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And I catch the train |
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Stand side-by-side |
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Why don't the buildings cry? |
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Tear up the concrete skies |
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Why don't the buildings cry |
