Electricity. transition
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Information wired to never cease
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This city, these phosphate lights
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Shine to expose which can never sleep
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Synthetic streets that run back and forth
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Guided by voices without words
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Common sence never meant so much
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Our condition is peril
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Stop the rain stop the rain
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A quarantine from a quality life
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You cannot stop and wait just a minute
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All comforting when its not your life
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Cold streets that claim lives twice every minute
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You're so free you're so down
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Spending too much time
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Like a dream it fades out
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Only images left
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Just to fuck with your mind
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True Grit
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| Lonely Kings |
