I shake through the wreckage for signs of life
Scrolling through the paragraphs
Clicking through the photographs
Who are you, what are you living for?
Tooth for tooth
Maybe we'll go one more
This life
Is lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
I wish I could make sense of what we do
Burning down the capitals
Wisest of the animals
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 too
And maybe you find life is unkind
And over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh, boy you oughta leave this town
Get out while you can
The meter's running out
The voices in the streets you love
Everything is better when you hear that shout
Spineless dreamers hide in churches
Pieces of pieces of rush-hour, buses
I dream in emails, 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'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
Maybe you'll feel it too
(Spineless dreamers hide in churches)
Maybe you'll feel it too
(Pieces of pieces of rush-hour, buses)
I dream in emails, worn-out phrases
Mile after mile of just empty pages
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