| Woke up with blankets and buildings with jaws
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| Stuck to the sheets, clammy with noon
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| We wish for night-time, a darkening screen
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| Hoping the heart is just a machine
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| Oh, there was home
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| Oh, there was home
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| This one is vicious, a sinister lean
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| We haunted the staircase where small ghosts have been
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| We knew that heaven was stretched out and wide
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| Pinned to the sky, pinned to the sky
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| Oh, there was home
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| Oh, there was home
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| Oh, life is long and hollow
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| Oh, life is long and hollow
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| Oh, life is long and hollow
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| Oh, life is long and hollow
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| We hate this city, filled with drones
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| We hate this city, filled with drones
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| We hate this city, filled with drones
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| We hate this city, filled with drones
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| So black out a million screens
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| And wires up the floor
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| Baby we can get you anything you want
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| Anytime you want
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| But you’ll wonder what its for
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| So black out a million screams
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| And wire ourselves to the floor
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| Baby we can get you anything you want
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| Anytime you want
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| But you’ll wonder what it’s for |