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

When we see black coming over 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 or at a pay-phone in the rain
Trying to find the words I 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 it was before
When symbols just loaded guns
and black weren't just metaphors
Bring, bring, bring it
to the way that it was before:
Empty all the loaded and bury all the metaphors.
Now we're going around in a place makes no sound,
names never fit and
nothing ever a thing.