| I can see the street lights laugh
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| The bulb burns to a strobing flash
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| Every step misplaced
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| No one to blame, no one to blame
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| I can hear the pavement ask
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| The road fades to a sliding path
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| And every street dead ends
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| No one to blame, no one to blame
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| I can feel the buildings crash
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| The brick crumbles on the overpass
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| Everyone seems strange
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| No one to blame, no one to blame
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| There was a lightness, I remember
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| There is a weight on this place
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| The tar lays on a sea of ash
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| Black sheets of faith
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| Stack after stack after stack
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| On a sunny day
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| Paint traces the face
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| Mask after mask after mask
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| The sunshine street
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| The sunshine street
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| Every step, ruins to waist
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| Every street, ruins to waste
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| Everyone seems strange, ruins to waste
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| Ruins to waist, ruins to waste
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| I can see the street lights laugh
|
| The bulb burns to a strobing flash
|
| I can hear the pavement ask
|
| The road fades to a sliding path
|
| I can feel the buildings crash
|
| The brick crumbles on the overpass
|
| There was a lightness, I remember
|
| There is a weight on this place
|
| There was a lightness, I remember
|
| There is a weight on this place
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| There was a lightness, I remember
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| There is a weight on this place
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| There was a lightness, I remember
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| There is a weight on this place |