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This portrait of reality, the fever and the sound. |
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Our place in this gravity is nowhere 'til we hit the ground. |
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Electrical and alkaline, rhetorical and less divine. |
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Impulses activate, receptors drawn to stimulate. |
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As the girls walk by then fade away. |
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As an old man dies a little everyday. |
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The lonely poor and arrogant all make their graves. |
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So stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we'll live forever. |
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My sweet black Maria surrender. |
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Never let this place go without a fight. |
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Before we all go down forever. |
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Hold on tight now dance with me. |
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The stories of these empires, they echo through these halls. |
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And the shadows that used to play along these lonely streets won't save you now. |
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As the girls walk by then fade away. |
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As an old man dies a little everyday. |
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The lonely poor and arrogant all make their graves. |
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So stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we'll live forever. |
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My sweet black Maria surrender. |
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Never let this place go without a fight. |
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Before we all go down forever. |
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Hold on tight now dance with me. |
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Charlatans and the kings of men and the songs that we sing. |
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Holy watchtowers and skin machines, vacant minds and lucid dreams. |
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Collisions of a life in story, make believe and allegory. |
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So dance with me just one more time. |
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Dance with me and don't look down. |
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So stand up brave and kiss goodbye any chance we'll live forever. |
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My sweet black Maria surrender. |
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Never let this place go without a fight. |
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Before we all go down forever. |
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Hold on tight now dance with me. |
