| It was exponential Memphis from a thousand feet
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| But when we landed we were black and blue
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| Running through the city with apocalypse eyes
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| Just miles of streets with nothing to do
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| Your warm heart had been frozen by some cold ideas
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| You tried to tell me but it came out wrong
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| I changed my strings, shaved my face and
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| Locked myself into the tower of song
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| It gets lonely in the tower of song
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| But I don’t stutter when I sing
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| My melodies grow little wings
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| Huddled here grinding tears into red wine
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| Meet the darkness with the shine
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| We’ve got all our sons and daughters virgin blood on our hands
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| They’ll be the offspring of these ugly wars
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| But if we kill off all our devils, will our angels die?
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| I found love living life like a whore
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| So here’s some trusty chords and a melody
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| A pound of flesh for the brutal throng
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| For the heretics and walking dead and red headed girls
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| From the fool up in the tower of song
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| I’m a fool in a tower of song
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| Make the lonely fool smile, sing along
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| Cause we don’t stutter when we sing
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| Our melodies grow little wings
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| Huddled here grinding tears into red wine
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| Meet the darkness with the shine
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| If you’ve got the shine, shine on |