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In the lap of wet motorways |
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You cannot hear the screaming |
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We're crushed under paperweights |
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In the valley of concrete giants we settle down |
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Changing our aliases |
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On the dawn of the dead |
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Zombies came out today |
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Zombies came out to take us away |
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We found patterns from the tv-snow |
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So we cant hear the screaming |
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We're touched by tv-shows |
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Staring into the soggy eyes of millionaries |
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Trading our aliases |
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On the dawn of the dead |
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Zombies came out today |
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Zombies came out to take us away |
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Zombies came out on the dawn of the dead |
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We found a meaning from the tv-snow |
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We found a life from a tv-show |
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And on the lap of concrete giants we're settling down |
