| Put your coat on, this city trembles
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| Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
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| From cold blood and bruises
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| We are X-rays of something broken
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| Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
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| An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender
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| When our color dies
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| We will bury the ashes of time
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| And we will earn new eyes
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| Wrists get tired rewriting futures
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| Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit
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| We are creatures of habit
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| Only with careful hands
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| We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures
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| Only with careful hands
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| We’ll divide the prisoner
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| From the pioneer
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| Clever beauty
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| Umbrellas folding
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| In architecture, our lines will measure
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| A map to find us
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| Blue ink will guide us home
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| Cranes are creeping, lifting metal
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| We will find new ways to settle
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| Tipping scales from the killer to its prey
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| I can feel the weight around us
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| Climbing every rib inside us
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| A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth |