Sin first through the madness, Glass and Ash. Rooftop
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perched staggering captains over the backyard captive.
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and it's not what's so attractive is in the madness
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and sin. it's in waiting for the kids to ignite so we
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can see what happens watch the place divide into
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private bathrooms, arising wide -eyed scissored
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straws, looking surprised. we can watch the commerce
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rise across the cobblestone, selling everything from
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getting stoned to being less alone. and if you want to
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be left alone endanger gutters on your own. what's the
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use of those solitary's rooftop blues when there's
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smoke to stain your fingers? chasing rafters, raining
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sulfur and English on every pretty face in the room.
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oh the gravity of the spinning ground slows the
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growing legend in this house surrounds the night,
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closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic and sound
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oh the soul of this dying town, it's come alive when
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you come around in every muscle twitch that shakes the
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dust right off your skin. every backseats niche. the
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younger kid that run to tell their friends all the
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things our private roof can bring. much of madness,
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much of sin.
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Jesus Is My Ride Home
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Crime In Stereo |