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You spread your fingers across the ledge.
You get your and peer down over the edge.
You watch the city move and and migrate.
You're not apart of it. You're broken now, us.

I turn and the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks with an of white noise.

You sit up on your perch for the of the night.
You the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars in the windows.
And you realize just how minimal you are.

I stop and watch the airplanes the city.
And I silently I was on one.

You sit down slow and yourself in the glass.
You reach inside and out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping from fingers.
You have no body, a cage to hold your parts.

I no answers; I'm rambling.
I was one to solve whatever has gone wrong.

You lie on the roof and watch the sun rise.
Its burning fingers through your insides.
And for a you feel like you're alive.
And it's gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. blood on the sidewalks of this town.
They've got us on the ropes. But we don't have to it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren't now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the center of town.
got 'em buried deep.
Under layers of concrete are the of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We'll leave on the train.
It won't be long, but it feels way.
But home meant very much to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves we're better off gone.
And we're right.

And we on a road.
On an old road, where the sun doesn't look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of them tress.
And we never again.