Now it's To our fears in the night And on the day dress this city in flames After all the you say You hate me for being way
Still you won't let go of old There is no headline to read at the record skips And not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of And we our lives bleed out through our hands how it was on the first day We saw Paris in
Rain, rain I think it's going to rain, rain I think it's to rain, rain down I it's going to rain I think it's going to rain, down I it's going to rain, rain down I it's going to rain, rain down I think it's to rain
in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no The is manufactured in a windowless room and incoherent Businessmen hang
We all the songs of separation And we our lives bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the day We saw in flames
The lower east is a jukebox Playing the crescendo The needle is a An intersection we all must cross A dimly lit where shadows Of decorate the walls Discard this Discard message Burn the city down,
Discard message Throw this back in the ocean Rip this page from the books Smash all the street all the maps, forget my name Forget my face, forget my Because going to rain And it ends
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