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we plod our way
through the ashes and the dust left of our plans, of all things we've shared
we plod our way
today buries tomorrow but no stone is raised
killed in cold blood
at the onset of night today buries tomorrow
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the night is calm so lets go for a ride
it's these simple things that keep us alive
we left the children sleeping for all i know
we let the neons show us the way to go
the night is calm but a cold wind blows
living is dying sometimes i know
there's a bad, unkind thing in the air tonight
but we let the neons show us where to hide
alright
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we learn our way from watching the sun
we find our way by watching the sun
can't come with you when you go south
can't come with you when you go south
come back 'til spring
i'll have to stay behind this year
i'll try to stick it out this year
can't come with you when you go south
can't come with you when you go south
come back 'til spring
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fastest guy on the strip,
fastest mind on this ship, hey, check your mirrors!
on a bathroom mirror
she writes her name + she writes my name
yeah, check your…
fastest ship in the fleet
with my princess up front seat, hey, check your heading!
note on bathroom mirror
hey, check your mirrors!
check your mirrors!
blankets for cold nights,
we will need them
where we're going
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they said he'd been in for quite a while
when they found him by the riverside
those bones won't be identified
i saw a man the other night
yeah, he looked just like a lookalike
of the man that i had left to die
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headed into their world, headlights off
we're not, despite the sign, welcome at all
don't let them know who we are
don't let them know where we're from
sorry, sir, we were just trying to get home
waiter, serve us our drinks then leave us alone
don't let them know who we are
don't let them know where we're from
don't let them know what we've got
because they don't know what they want
but right or wrong, it's their call
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i'm writing reports of the days and the nights, locked up for years in a measure of mind,
when with a net of nothing i was trying to catch the motions of a mind and the methods of a crime
i never saw the chance and never what i held in my hands
the lights are all red in this town where i'm killed by exhausts and alcohols that dry out my skin
i never had a clue of the role that i played, but that's the condition and the price that we pay
i never saw the chance and never what i held in my hands
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can you hear
hear the bell
the church bell
the church on the hill?
the sound is off...
it's off the ground
have you seen
seen the men
the dead men
the office men?
they are men of the sky,
they're off the ground
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across town the fires break out all around
far off the sirens bleed for the unsound
waiting for nothing now,
but waiting is all that we can do,
for now,
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