Now time To our fears in the night And on the day dress this city in flames After all the you say You me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old There is no headline to at night the record skips And not holding the needle
We all sing the of separation 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 Distant and Businessmen themselves
We all sing the of separation And we watch our lives bleed out our hands That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
The lower east is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The is a vector An intersection that we all must A dimly lit hallway shadows Of decorate the walls this message Discard this Burn the city down,
this message Throw this back in the ocean Rip this page the history books Smash all the signs Erase all the maps, my name Forget my face, forget my it's going to rain And it never
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