Now it's To wrap our fears in the And on the day We'll this city in flames After all the you say You me for being this way
Still you let go of old ideals There is no headline to read at the record skips And you're not the needle
We all the songs of separation And we watch our lives out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw Paris in
Rain, rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain, rain down I think it's going to I think it's going to rain, rain I it's going to rain, rain down I think going to rain, rain down I think going to rain
in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The is manufactured in a windowless room and incoherent Businessmen themselves
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
The lower east is a jukebox the deadman's crescendo The is a vector An intersection we all must cross A lit hallway where shadows Of moths the walls Discard message Discard this the city down, down
Discard this Throw this back in the ocean Rip this from the history books Smash all the street Erase all the maps, forget my my face, forget my name Because going to rain And it never
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