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I sift through the wreckage for signs of life,
scrolling through the paragraphs,
clicking through the photographs.
I wish I could make sense of what we do,
burning down the capitals,
the wisest of the animals.
Who are you?. What are you living for?.
Tooth for tooth maybe will go on more.
This life is lived in perfect symmetry.
What I do, that will be done to me.
Read page after page of analysis,
looking for the final score,
a little closer than we were before.
Who are you?. What are you fighting for?.
Holy truth, brother I choose this mortal life.
Lived in perfect symmetry.
What I do, that will be done to me.
As the needle slips into the run-out groove.
Love, maybe you feel it to.
And maybe you'll find life is unkind and over so soon.
There's no golden gate, there's no heaven waiting for you.
Boy you outta leave this town,
get out while you can the meter's running down.
The voices in the street you loved,
everything is better when you hear that shout.
Spineless dreamers hide in churches.
Pieces of pieces of rush hour buses.
I dream in e-mails.
Worn-out phrases.
Mile after mile of just empty pages.
Wrap yourself around me.
Wrap yourself around me
as the needle slips into the run-out groove.
Maybe you feel it too.
Maybe you feel it too.