| In the old city now
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| All the clouds have turned brown
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| And the skyscrapers sway
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| And prepare to fall down
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| And in the evenings we sleepwalk these sidewalks alone
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| Return to our dim-lit rooms
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| And the drone of our bones
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| And these bodies we know
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| When we try to leave town
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| We just turn back around
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| And forget what we’re trying to leave anyhow
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| In the mornings we wake
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| To the birth of the light
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| Forgetting the night
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| And we go, and we work and we talk
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| And we laugh and pretend that we know
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| We’d rather be alone
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| So we crave the day
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| That we can’t escape
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| But the only way out of this place
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| Is too scary
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| So we stay
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| And these holes in our hearts
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| Are like diamonds to some
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| But to us, they’re just holes
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| And they’ll never go, no
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| And these holes in our hearts
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| Are like diamonds to some
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| But to us, they’re just holes
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| And they hurt
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| And they’ll never go, nooo
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| Hmmmmm…
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| If I could retrace the deeds
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| In my old trajectory
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| Then I’d be on my way out to see
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| But I tried so hard
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| To find something to believe
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| As they found the gaps in the holes
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| And they told me to solve
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| Where nothing would grow
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| When our minds fizzle out
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| When our skin has gone cold
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| When the oceans run red
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| When our stories unfold
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| Then we’ll disappear entirely
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| And nobody will know who we were at all
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| It’s the best way to fall
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| And return to this world as another
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| And wander this place like a stranger
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| Wondering why we’re here
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| So, we crave the day
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| That we can’t escape
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| But the only way out of this place
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| Is too scary
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| So we stay
|
| And these holes in our hearts
|
| Are like diamonds to some
|
| But to us, they’re just holes
|
| And they’ll never go, no
|
| And these holes in our hearts
|
| Are like diamonds to some
|
| But to us, they’re just holes
|
| And they hurt
|
| And they’ll never go, nooo
|
| These holes in our hearts
|
| Are like diamonds to some
|
| But to us, they’re just holes
|
| And they’ll never go, no
|
| These holes in our hearts
|
| Are like diamonds to some
|
| But to us, they’re just holes
|
| And they hurt
|
| And they’ll never go, nooo
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| Hmmmmm… |