| When all has turned to dust
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| Our city is a ghost
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| The concrete mother stands alone
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| A hidden world
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| The colours will all fade
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| Flooded forests and undergrowth
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| But she’ll still be there when it’s done
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| She’ll be our home
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| I’ll live ashore
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| I’ll wait under her, her neon heart so long
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| And she’ll teach me love subconsciously
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| For everything that now, cannot be
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| For she is stone
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| She is stone
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| She’ll teach me love subconsciously
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| For everything that now, cannot be
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| She’ll teach me love
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| She’ll teach me love
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| She’ll teach me love
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| For everything that now, cannot be
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| For she is stone |