| They’re shining searchlights in the sky
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| 'Cause there’s a new God in the sign
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| It says their map is not their terrier work
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| And then I broke my telescope
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| But that’s the nature of the game
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| And you have to play
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| Bring back the pain of a god that’s never blue
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| You’re in control of the whole damned universe
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| Bring back the shame and the bright lights on a few
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| It keeps me coming back to you
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| The deaths were faked, the laughs were cries
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| But ressurrections are doing fine
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| You got me walking into suicide
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| (Booklet says: I feel I’m walking into suicide)
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| And I’ll be there right by your side
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| In reproduction at your merry go bye bye
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| Here to paradise they go Brighter made is their woe
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| As above, so below
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| We reached for an outside point of view
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| But its out of touch with me and you
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| I feel I’m walking into suicide
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| But you’ll be right there by my side
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| To beam my message into space as I die
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| Bring back the shame of the many for the few
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| Get on your knees and I’ll be coming back to you
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| Bring back the pain of an inverse world for two
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| It keeps me coming back to you |