| Well, you never grow up, you just get older, carrying
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| All the familiar burdens with you, walking back on
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| The hometown streets on a night devoid of stars
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| No one ever said it was going to be just, you really
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| Ought to know by now how She’s all red in tooth and claw;
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| After all, weren’t you the one screaming for more?
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| In the gigabyte wars — round and round we go
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| Beneath the vapour trails — tangled up inside in a web of lies
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| Hostages of fortune and savage tales
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| Well, you entered stage in blood and pain, gulped for air
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| And then you cried out — this is just the way it comes;
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| That’s Stupid Questions again. |
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| It’s not the things that you fear that come to get you
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| But all the things you don’t expect, face down in a
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| Drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte wars. |
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| Then comes the rain — just seems to make the night grow hotter
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| We listen to the drops as they clatter on the roofs of the cars;
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| Sometimes it seems like you’re going to suffocate in this
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| Conspiracy of noise — but though the ties they stretch to break-point
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| Still they hold, still they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams
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| And dries like the earth — but still they hold
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| In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, then we were found;
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| Once we were found — then we were lost again
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| Get real, if a real exists — there’s nothing more than this
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| Strung out on nothingness. |
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