we are the serpents that crawl through the night
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we are the veins of this town
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we are the valleys in metropolitan light and we drown
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we are tunnels that swallow the noise
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we are the lungs of this town
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we are the trains for the sleepwalking on their way home
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and we walk in the open fire
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we step back for the 9 to 5 parade
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and we swallow the autumn light again
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show me the way when you're pulling me under
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show me the sun though the dark of my road
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bury me deep in the path that I wander
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to blind us they stand - together alone
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we are the dome for processions at dawn
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we wear the darkest of crowns
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we are the pulse of the tide and the ghosts underground
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we are the voice of the unending grey
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we sing the saddest of songs
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follow our signs and we guide you to where you belong
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and we walk in the open fire
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we're the ground for the 9 to 5 parade
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and we swallow the autumn light again
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show me the way when we're pulling me under
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show me the sun though the dark of my road
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bury me deep in the path that I wander
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to blind us they stand - together alone
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Snakes Of Grey
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| Flowing Tears |
