| Pull out the pin again
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| A nail bomb in the heart of this city
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| But all we ever seem to hit: posers
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| We dance around our camp fires
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| As cowards we’re dangerous
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| But all we ever seem to get: roses
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| Here’s the future
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| Haven.t you heard,
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| Here’s the future
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| Ghost unit coming for ya
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| Truth is we’re faltering
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| Why we scream not why we sing
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| But all we ever need from you: devotion
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| Here’s the future
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| Haven.t you heard,
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| Here’s the future
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| Ghost unit coming for ya
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| Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
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| Lights out, lights down, yeah.
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| Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
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| Lights out, lights down, yeah.
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| We learn the new tricks in our days off
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| We build our gravestones with our day jobs
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| Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
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| Lights out, lights down, yeah.
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| Lights out, lights down, communication always breaks down
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| Lights out, lights down, yea |