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Crude little wooden idols and aviator shades |
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The trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades |
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Some guy in an Impala shakes his head when he rides by |
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But I remember when we shared a vision, you and I |
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Worked hard to build this altar, we made it earn its keep |
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The cracks across its surface spiderweb while we're asleep |
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The sacrificial stains all spread out and soaking through |
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But I remember when we kept it pretty, me and you |
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And high above the water the eagle spots the fish |
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Every martyr in this jungle is gonna get his wish |
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Stockshots, stupid stockshots from the Pamona mall |
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Set up like unloved icons gathering dust up on the wall |
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From films no one remembers they call down silently |
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But I remember when their names were dear to you and me |
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Pennies on the dollar, everything's gotta go |
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The things that we can't even give away, I don't wanna know |
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Try to see if secrets burn when you hold them up into the light |
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I remember when we loved each other day and night |
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And high above the water the eagle spots the fish |
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Every martyr in the jungle is gonna get his wish |