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I saw you standing with a cigarette out in the rain.
I guess all our lives are a less than they seem.
Now you're to the memory of a god you use to love
(A of his death hanging low around your neck.)
Do you sleep comes easy
with the empty silhouette of everything?
Our waking lives are the dreams of our dreams.
Standing in the city asking it's all for but
There's nothing in this world that giving makes it more:
The louder the ring, the the thing.

When we see black clouds coming our heads, over our heads,
then we know where it's
A gun hanging over our heads... We already know the way it ends.

Screaming from a or at a pay-phone in the rain
Trying to find the I always think I need to say.
Please, bring it back to the moment before you
I never the sting.
The louder the ring, the the thing.
Break, break, it down
Back to the way that it was
symbols weren't just loaded guns
and black clouds weren't just
Bring, bring, it back
to the way that it was before:
Empty all the loaded and bury all the metaphors.
Now we're going in a place that makes no sound,
where never fit and
ever means a thing.