Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins
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Bottle is washed up but the message is missing
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Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
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Pay the price of admission
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Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
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Till I step through the window
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Over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view
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Weigh the difference, the scales are turned
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Let conscience be so judged
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Arrows with strings flung from below
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Striking and reeling you in
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Tied to mistakes, left there for days
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Seeing which side you're in
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Lately I feel so removed
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Fell back into the ditch I dug
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And doing the things I normally do
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Heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings
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Pay the price of admission
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Haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors
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Till I step through the window
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Lately I feel so removed
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Removed
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| Calexico |
