| Sad melodies pass down the boulevards
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| On the starry seas of blue
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| Stuck in a photograph
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| The future’s just a path staring back at you
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| Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
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| Whether we get into heaven or into hell
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| Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
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| Whether we get into heaven or into hell
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| Mad energies march to the cenotaph
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| To tighten up the screws
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| Fat vultures pick up flight
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| As cameramen broadcast the moments that we lose
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| They take a piece of me
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| They take a piece of you
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| We crumble and we crack
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| But someday I know that we’ll find our way back
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| Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
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| Whether we get into heaven or into hell
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| Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
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| Whether we get into heaven or into hell
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| Somewhere else
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| Somewhere else |