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distance makes the grow weak
stopped listening when you speak
i can't even hear myself think

call wakes the drunkard sleep
it's voice, we don't agree
i've trying to make some sense out of this mess

counting cars on st
and we'll set our to the beating of the city
and it's cold so we'll
to run all the way back to your now you run backwards

morning bells to the dead
now static in my head
i don't look to see the daggers i you have in your eyes

and all our time's been spent
with ghosts they're all hell bent
i've been trying to some sense out of this mess we've made

counting on collins st
and we'll set our watches, we set our watches to the beating of the city
and cold so we'll agree
to run all the way to your house now you run backwards

come follow me, don't backwards, you will find your way home after...