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a town of disrespect
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the trains are wrecked
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the night is younger than us
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and nowhere is anywhere else
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you sleep to yourself
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stirring the dregs
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where I have laid
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the exit signs are flashing
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dead ends, they won't
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come to life anymore
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well I pledged the rest
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I should have guessed
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your love was hangin by threads
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tongues tied under the moon
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your love is a room
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of broken bottles and tangled webs
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the miser's wild
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them eyes like clocks
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that cock their gears
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on and on
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and if it's meant some accident
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or some coincidence
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crumbs fall out of the sky
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as you wander by
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the dust clouds roam,
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nobody's home
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so lay my bags upon
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all the funeral fire
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and sing it again
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Sing It Again
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| Beck |
