| Gentle feet touch the ground
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| Yet you follow the sound
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| As you study the noise
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| I slip into the void
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| Oh, my gods won’t let me go
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| Truth and name remain unknown
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| How thick is the tar?
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| To stop you getting so far
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| I, I am waiting for sewers to sit and wait
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| I am watching for that self-owned and decay
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| But I can’t hide you
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| But the dark it comes true
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| I collected most but dare refuse to sleep
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| Those who pretended life is cheap
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| For the many, for the few
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| This is all about you
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| I’m death and stars
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| Pull yourself from the tar
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| Black lakes weren’t listening
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| Use your hand to stop the rippling
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| And now still again
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| So set it fire
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| Though the rest go along the pier
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| Watch the smoke fill the air
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| The dark ant going nowhere
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| I, I am waiting for sewers to sit and wait
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| I am watching for that self-owned and decay
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| But I can’t hide you
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| But the dark it comes true
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| I collected most but dare refuse to sleep
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| Those who pretended life is cheap
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| For the many, for the few
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| This is all about you
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| All these things, I realize so much
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| Don’t even think, if we can’t even touch
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| This love does it string, on another space?
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| Coldest night, alone in bed
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| It all comes down to
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| What you’re prepared to do
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| It all comes down to
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| What you’re prepared to do
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| I, I am waiting for sewers to sit and wait
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| I am watching for that self-owned and decay
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| But I can’t hide you
|
| But the dark it comes true
|
| I collected most but dare refuse to sleep
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| Those who pretended life is cheap
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| For the many, for the few
|
| This is all about you
|
| I, I am waiting for sewers to sit and wait
|
| I am watching for that self-owned and decay
|
| But I can’t hide you
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| But the dark it comes true
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| I collected most but dare refuse to sleep
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| Those who pretended life is cheap
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| For the many, for the few
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| This is all about you |