I watch the snow fall on the streets,
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Dead hearts are waking up, up to see.
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The black lines crossed across
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The sweep of the bridge.
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A man along the edge,
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Drops away his pain.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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Paper houses, cutting corners.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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All these houses, no-one wants them.
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The photographs your father made back in a€?82,
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All the while we stand here watching, playing the fools.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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Paper houses, cutting corners.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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All these houses, no-one wants them.
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Paper houses, cutting corners.
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All these houses, no-one wants them.
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Glorified spectators,
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Glorified.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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Paper houses, cutting corners.
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Screaming out for another feeling,
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All these houses, no-one wants them now.
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All these houses, no-one wants them now.
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Paper houses, cutting corners.
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Medicated
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| Funeral For A Friend |
