Beyond the city, and evening dust
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Dreams and thunder rattle the rust
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You had an idea that you won't have again
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She's forgotten your name and hopes you'll do the same
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Start of the ash, and the end of the flames
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Burning you turning you
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There was a lifetime spent in the sun
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Hundreds of chances, blew every one
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Dice rolled, double six, double six, double six
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Owner of trouble, flesh blood and bricks
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You had an idea that you won't have again
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She's forgotten your name and hopes you'll do the same
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The start of the ash and the end of the flames
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Turning you burning you
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Oh Monday morning, the cracks become quite clear
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Oh Monday morning, take me back, leave me hare
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Beyond the city, and evening dust
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Dreams and thunder rattle the rust
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You had an idea that you won't have again
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She's forgotten your name and hopes you'll do the same
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Start of the ash, and the end of the flames
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Burning you turning you around
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Monday Morning
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The Church |