| Under layers of solid rock
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| Far removed from the shifting tides
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| And having weathered all acts of God
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| The artifacts of the glory vibe
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| The holy «unrecognizable»
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| Lighting up real cigarettes
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| Cursed by ex lives
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| Drinking only to free themselves
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| From the hands of cruel women in another man’s home
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| From the graves of good friends on the side of the road
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| No posture, no proof of the one night stand
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| Just shadows and stories and the blood on their hands
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| The time-worn Juvenihilists
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| Struck fear until the bones collapsed
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| The afterlife is eternal after hours
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| We saw the light and we all turned back
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| Haunted by the teen spirits dragging wallet chains
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| Painting a telephone number on the wall of the cave
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| Spill your guts to the stranger with the free cocaine
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| Everybody’s petrified, so nobody gets to change
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| Entombed
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| In youth
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| Embalmed
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| With awe
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| We all discover the fire
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| We all discover the fire
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| We all discover the fire
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| The prehistoric post-modernist's
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| Lost art of eye contact
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| These skeletons are a fucking riot
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| Dig them up and bring them back
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| We had trained the kind of demons that would rip you apart
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| We only knew it was love once it broke our hearts
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| «Our best friends float in the bottom of a glass»
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| Don’t hold anybody close that would hold you back
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| Draw breath. |
| but are you alive?
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| Draw breath, but are you alive?
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| Draw breath, but are you alive?
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| Draw breath, but are you really alive? |