I Can feel this coming together.
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Frequency live from beneath the snow.
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Signal escape, we might take forever.
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Don't think I don't know. I'm not alone.
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Silver lining serrated to sever.
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Static claimed from the lines above.
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But a couple of bucks and a fistful of luck
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says the skies open up above my home.
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I bet you I won't sink.
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Hell, after a couple of drinks I might goddamn well just fly away.
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I bet you I won't fade.
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I'll burn out brilliantly. A cacophony of energy.
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I can hear the dramatic drowning. Transmission live from beneath the words.
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Signal eclipse, ignorance in a sea of "guess what I heard"s.
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Polished motives advance so gently. We wear our advantages like a crown.
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The same couple of bucks, the same fistful of luck says
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I'm in the shade when it all comes down.
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I remember changing weather, but never this rapidly to gray.
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I think I need to replant my dreams.
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I remember the spark fading, so how did it burn my scenery?
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My heart belongs elsewhere it seems.
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Position yourself with the best of friends, remain safe when it all goes down.
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Just sit and stare. A night like this could run yourself into the ground.
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There's only hope when you know despair. His only chance is to never care.
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So if you're going to speak of hope,
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let everything go and see what takes you there.
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When I say goodnight to this extraordinary life of mine,
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I'll take to the skies in hopes to find
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that all the lights above this town indulged the hopeless,
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misplaced their focus and burned it to the ground.
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The Return Of...
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Crime In Stereo |