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Purple pavement |
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Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls |
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Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles |
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Howling through hollows |
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Restless nights and one night cheap hotels |
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Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back |
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And I search for something |
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Oh, whatever I don't really care |
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Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere |
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Rolling down their windows |
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Open card with open mouths |
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Golden teeth and golden cars |
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You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears |
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Still you follow my trail |
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I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway |
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Love I laid in payment |
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Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow |
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Beneath the ashes of echoes buried alive |
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They are howling through hollows |
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Once we share their temple of our arms |
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Now our heads are hung up on walls |
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We are ruins within ruins |
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On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century |
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When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all |
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To be both the animal and god |
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You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears |
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Still you follow our trail |
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We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway |
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You call me your eyes, you call me your mouth, you call me your ears |
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Still you follow our trail |
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We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway |
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There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening |
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There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening |
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They whisper: |
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The ones who are only living are the ones who are only dying |
