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

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

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