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Last effort to communicate
And if you hear my then it might not be too late
You feel my heart, we're tied by fate
Well, come on, on, you can't understand it

The city on a Friday night, all right
The lonely people don't know we're alive
Well, the city swears it never lies
So on, come on, hopeful romantics

The streets are and all the buildings burned
They were the only sign that we'd lived on this
They only 'cause they never learned
How to like the spirit is faded

minds are sick and empty eyes are red, oh yeah
Their hearts are and their hopes are all dead
The fever and the concrete spreads
Come on, look away
Hey, hey, hey

There'll a time when they listen
come a time when they listen, ah, ah
There'll come a time when listen
There'll come a time it's different, oh
(Da-da-da, di-da)

There'll come a when it's different
But not
A when it's different, oh
(Da-da-da, di-da)

There'll come a time when different
But not
A day when different, oh
(Da-da-da, di-da)

There'll come a time when different
But not
Well, not 'til we'll run and
(Da-da-da, di-da)

There'll come a time when different
But not
Well, not 'til run and stop
(Da-da-da, di-da)

Last ditch to communicate
If you hear my voice then it not be too late
If you feel my heart we're tied by fate
Can you see our hearts

SOS, no end in sight
Good, free people, lock your up at night
Your are dead, now prepare to fight
Well, no consolation