| You don’t trade money here
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| You trade information
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| And skin
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| Right now there are thousands of forgotten people
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| Trying to remember you
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| Children are killed because they write an enemy’s name backwards on the wall
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| Young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats trying to keep their heads
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| on
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| Chocolate boy walks to ice cream truck for vanilla cone is shot dead three times
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| This city kills its young
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| The angels all have guns now
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| The angels aren’t anyone you’d want to pray to
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| No-one here has goals like:
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| Get a job, get married, have kids
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| No desire to get rich
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| Become famous
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| Move out
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe
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| Keep breathing
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| Every woman who walks by is every woman you’ll never have
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| Beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
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| The city is full of women slim and busy
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| Hoping there is room in some man’s life
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| For them
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| Women sort through the dead bodies like bags of laundry with exhausted mama eye
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| Sigh because they are too dry for tears
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| People huddle in kitchens, clasp their hands, celebrating
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| Something has tried to kill them and failed
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| Nightclub men twitch too subdued to recognize apocalypse
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| You’ve driven these streets a thousand times and all they offer is their
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| exhaustion
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| Your nightmares have your name now
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| You exit the glitter storm, go home alone and embrace the violence instead
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| The city has claimed all your blood and memory this is cool and unusual
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| punishment
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| You go for years without touching another
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| Never think of the 'why?'
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| You are so casual about brutality
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| Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle you down
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| Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle your system
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| Doctor says: take this, it’ll we’ll settle the bill
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| Doctor says: take this, it’ll settle the score
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| There’s a voice on the loudspeaker and she speaks your language
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| Doesn’t need to stay
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| It can disappear when the wife walks in
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| Here comes the interrogation room scene
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| Today is the day you’re gonna get caught
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| You’re terrified of what you crave
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| Don’t get delighted
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| They want you scared
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| The sweet things don’t stick around but the bullshit lasts forever
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| Please press pound
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| You’re dual-channeling for new friends or just new things to envy
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| Who’s running the machine you run on?
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| Wish you had someone to speak code with
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| Wish you had someone to steal things for
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| Wish you had someone to fuck you so you could finally go to sleep
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| You just want to die
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| A little bit
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| Ink and paint is making you faint in your pale pale shirt stolen from uptown
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| stores
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| Watch the girls in the twin sweater sets smoke, cough, throw up
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| Teeth-scraped knuckles are a tell-tale sign
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| Get in the car
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| Get in the car
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| Get in the car and what you hear is a sound of impact
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| Turn around slowly and check your body for bruises
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| There is no-one here to take care of you
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| Open-mouthed, waiting for a candy kiss and all you get is rain communion
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| Between lap dances and laptops you see girls who fuck like they’re boneless
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| You’re thirty eight and your job is telling fourteen year old boys what to
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| think is cool
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| Are you laughing?
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| They are
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| And this one is a fire
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| And that one is a flame
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| And this one is a spark
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| And that one is a match you put out in your mouth when no-one was looking
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| And in your dreams your grandparents live forever
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| And you throw your love into the air like glitter swallowing stars,
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| spitting up stardust
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| Mothers wring their hands and say: I’m so at a loss
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| Best friend says: I’ve come not to praise you, but to destroy with my bare
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| fucking hands
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| Girl on the television says: you all work for me now
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| Boss says: come here, let me hit you just once
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| Man on the street says: I can make any woman kill herself in a year
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| So you drive your dead body home at night
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| And when you sleep the angels kisses are mercury
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| Mercury
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| Breaking love into lust
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| Grinding pearls into dust
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| Breaking love into lust
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| Grinding pearls into dust
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| Breaking love into lust
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| Grinding pearls into dust
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe keep breathing
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| The ambitions are
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| Wake up breathe
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| Keep breathing |