| All the neighbourhoods you knew and loved
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| All the streets that you played on
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| All the streams and the fields and parks
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| And all the lanes you roamed after dark
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| All the houses you grew up in
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| The floorboards you hid money in
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| The beds where you fucked for love
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| And all the beds where you fucked for fun
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| The idea that nobody dies
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| And when our hearts stop beating, we leave it behind
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| It’s just modern ruin, that’s what they’ll say
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| Flesh and blood just rotted away
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| Steel and concrete titans waiting to be enlightened
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| All wanna go up in a ball of flame
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| All wanna burn out, not fade away
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| The cemeteries and their flesh bouquets
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| The rivers and the mountain lakes
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| The copper, the concrete, the iron, and gold
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| And all the stories that we never told
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| The idea that nobody dies
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| And when our hearts stop beating, we leave it behind
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| It’s just modern ruin, that’s what they’ll say
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| Flesh and blood just rotted away
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| Steel and concrete titans waiting to be enlightened
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| All wanna go up in a ball of flame
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| All wanna burn out, not fade away
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| All the nights we stayed up till dawn
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| All the blankets laid out on the lawn
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| And all the mornings, and the afternoons
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| And all the evenings and the night times too
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| And all the bricks and the mortar you called your home
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| And all the glass and the metal and the wood and the rope
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| And all the emptiness you filled with hope
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| And all the blood and the muscle and the skin and the bone
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| And all the veins and the cells and the molecules
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| And all the atoms divided that made up you
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| And all the vast potential you hold inside
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| All the infinite darkness and all of the light |