I just got put down
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in the ashes of a backwash town
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black debris, the burned-out trees
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blows out over the sunken seas
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somewhere far along
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singin' the regular song
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dead machines, frozen dreams
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it's a state where I belong
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I'm loose inside my skin
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and all the walls are wearin' thin
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shoot out all the traffic lights
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on your way to the dead of night
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somewhere far along
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singin' a regular song
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dead machines, frozen dreams
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they don't bother me at all
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you're better off alone
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troubles find their home(?)................
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(more to come, according to Beck)
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