| This city hides a secret at it’s breast
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| (Shut the windows)
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| I feel its icy fingers on my neck
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| (Lock the doors)
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| We built our perfect dream on shifting sand
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| (Shut the windows)
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| Scattered in one motion of God’s hand
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| (We leave tonight)
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| Take only that which you can’t live with out
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| (We leave tonight)
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| Hot wheels on the cold ground
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| We disappear, we burn down
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| A black wind carries us out
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| We disappear, we fade out
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| With one glance in the rear view mirror
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| (Suburba)
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| It stocks your streets a lion in the reeds
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| (Suburba)
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| Wakes you in a panic from your sleep
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| (Suburba)
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| Your vanity and strength are washed away
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| (Suburba)
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| Like the concrete moon is washed out by the day
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| You disappear, you burn down
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| A black wind carries you out
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| You disappear, you fade out
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| You’re just mist and the sun is rising now
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| Oh no
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| Guarantees won’t save our dreams
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| And what we lost we must not know
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| Oh no |