| I sit on my roof and I smoke
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| Stare across the street at the funeral home
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| And drive out past the factories on the gravel roads where it gets so dark
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| And I can see all the stars and I feel so small 'round midnight
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| The paper says the whole world is on fire. |
| But this street is quiet
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| The paper says the whole world is on fire. |
| But this street is quiet…
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| And the silence is the violence of sex and dying in the middle classes
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| The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the lower classes
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| The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the upper classes
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| My love overflows. |
| My skull overflows. |
| But my heart never breaks
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| We pray for petty things in our petty lives as if god has the time
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| There is a reason we feel so small when we’ve lost our reason to thrive
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| Everyone is fucked. |
| Everyone is damned. |
| But no one will open their eyes
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| Have you ever heard a joke like this before? |
| I raise a toast to a genius god
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| I live in a big house with all of my friends. |
| I sing these stupid songs
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| I roam all these highways. |
| I hope it never ends
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| And when I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear
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| It’s hell and it opens your eyes
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| When I think about it all it’s almost too much to bear
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| It’s heaven and it opens your eyes |