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Still you won't let go of old There is no headline to at night When the skips And you're not holding the
We all sing the songs of And we our lives bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw Paris in
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in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The sunlight is manufactured in a room and incoherent Businessmen themselves
We all the songs of separation And we watch our bleed out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw in flames
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Discard this Throw this back in the ocean Rip this from the history books Smash all the signs all the maps, forget my name Forget my face, forget my Because going to rain And it ends
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