| Church bells ringing; |
| muted singing
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| Carries our exuberance away
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| Our friends have all but left us
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| They departed many years ago
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| And they won’t come back
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| No they won’t come back no more
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| Let our hearts run round in circles
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| While we fall apart
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| Let our minds run round in circles
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| While we figure it all out
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| Insolent and out of character
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| We’ve changed so much
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| I barely recognize our formative lives
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| Hidden deep, deep, deep underground
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| And they won’t come back
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| They won’t come back no more
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| Let our hearts run round in circles
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| While we fall apart
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| Let our minds run round in circles
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| While we figure it all out
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| Feeling moody dark and heavy
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| There’s no feeling in my left arm
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| Resonance is far away
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| Try to complicate my thinking
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| Am I falling, am I sinking
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| Powder in my fingernails
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| And the belt wrapped around
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| My shrinking waist is having trouble
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| Tryin' to keep the damn things up
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| Want to write a single letter
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| Maybe then I’ll feel much better
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| Until then we’ll float
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| We’re hungover in the city of dust
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| So let our minds run round in circles
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| While we figure it all out |