| Downtown the kids were barely breathing
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| Their liquid hearts were never beating
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| They only really knew you when they saw you leaving
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| Your last flickering wings in the morning papers
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| The future ghosts of power shoulders
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| With feathered gaze and painted faces
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| Freeze in frame
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| The disenfranchised muses
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| Their liquid legs were never running
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| The flood will soon be coming
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| The flood will soon be coming
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| Did you think it was safe to dip your legs in the frozen lake
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| So what controls your thoughts
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| And what cuts you open
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| In your mind, you were frozen
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| In our minds, you were golden
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| So golden
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| So golden
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| Downtown the kids fixed caps for swimming
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| Adorned with gloves and crystal gazes
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| Their love estranged
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| Only stains their unions
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| Their liquid eyes never saw it coming
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| The flood will soon be coming
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| The flood will soon be coming
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| Did you think it was safe to dip your legs in the frozen lake
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| So what controls your thoughts
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| And what cuts you open
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| In your mind, you were frozen
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| In our minds, you were golden
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| So golden
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| So golden |