| It’s only metal and bolts holding up the walls
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| But you’re talking god and cocking hip
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| They are wrong and we are right
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| And we will win this in a fight
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| But things might fall on your head from the sky
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| From our roof we saw the island
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| Lights were smashed and all was silent
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| The pitter patter of snow and ash
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| A wheezing in my breathing mask
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| What do you see and forget
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| The petty pangs are too concrete
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| Subway tunnels filled with river
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| Bodies spinning in the silver
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| I’ve felt cold since we started
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| But i guess it doesn’t matter
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| Your blue lips will warm me back
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| Forget the fires and blind attack
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| I wonder what you would say
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| If you were really here today
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| Look to the failing sun
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| A portrait of a life to come
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| Air is easier to breath
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| When it’s free from disease
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| Gun to head, marching into hell
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| Monster heed, the tolling of the bell |