| The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
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| And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
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| And a dark wind blows
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| The government is corrupt
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| And we're on so many drugs
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| With the radio on and the curtains drawn
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| We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
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| And the machine is bleeding to death
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| The sun has fallen down
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| And the billboards are all leering
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| And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
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| It went like this:
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| The buildings tumbled in on themselves
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| Mothers clutching babies
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| Picked through the rubble
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| And pulled out their hair
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| The skyline was beautiful on fire
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| All twisted metal stretching upwards
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| Everything washed in a thin orange haze
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| I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful -
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| These are truly the last days"
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| You grabbed my hand
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| And we fell into it
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| Like a daydream
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| Or a fever
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| We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
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| For sure it's the valley of death
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| I open up my wallet
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| And it's full of blood |