| Men in white undershirts tend to their endings
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| Get as tired as the suburbs that they’re defending
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| We were dying to get out
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| God knows our neighbors, walks under the floorboards
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| Heckles with suggestion that we’re all souls
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| But he’s sold out
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| No one will remember you tonight or ever
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| In the maze of barns we search the silos
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| Is it so strange that we find no islands?
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| We are exposed
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| We see some company holding their horses
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| Continents are everywhere of course and
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| Nobody can be alone
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| No one will remember you tonight or ever here
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| No one will remember you tonight or ever
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| Goodbye means nothing
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| Words that we are after often
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| And it just blows the dust around until we settle down
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| Nature is bitter, wants us to be together
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| Kicks up the wind until I see you better
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| It feathers your hair
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| Bones get broken, our skin turns into leather
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| Naturally it is a disaster
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| But is it unfair
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| No one will remember you tonight or ever here
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| No, no one will remember you tonight or ever
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| No one will remember, no one will remember
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| No one will remember, no one will remember |