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I saw you standing a broken cigarette out in the rain.
I guess all our lives are a little less than seem.
Now you're praying to the of a god you use to love
(A reminder of his hanging low around your neck.)
Do you find sleep easy
Dancing with the empty of everything?
Our waking lives are the dreams of our dreams.
Standing in the city asking what all for but
There's in this world that giving 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 where ending;
A loaded gun hanging our heads... We already know the way it ends.

Screaming a stage or at a pay-phone in the rain
Trying to find the words I always I need to say.
Please, it back to the moment before you left
I never the sting.
The louder the ring, the the thing.
Break, break, break it
Back to the way it was before
When symbols just loaded guns
and clouds weren't just metaphors
Bring, bring, it back
Back to the way that it was
Empty all the loaded and bury all the metaphors.
Now we're going in a place that makes no sound,
where names fit and
nothing means a thing.