Midcity sunshower sirens are blaring
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I know it's not pretty but some say it's real
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Let's down a few coffees and head to the shore
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Sleep on the sand and hope the tide takes us in
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If we're unfortunate enough to again open our eyes
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Groggy and squinting we will make our way home
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Either way i will have lost my smile to the waves
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To the bleak screaming green
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As sure as my eventual decay
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Words without meaning are doves without wings
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Desperate cries to death delayed by flesh
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And i would laugh but i'm stuck in the middle of it
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And i would cry but it seems that i've missed my chance
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If they put me in the ground promise me now
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A smile forced on my face
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For without the pleasure or power or pain
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Nothing has changed
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Have it be grand
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Nothing has changed
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Have it say "You don't know what you're missing"
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Have it imply "not a damn thing has changed except that you will still awake to the rain
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And groggily make your way home
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...except this time alone"
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Sorry old friend, but it got old for me years ago
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As time takes your life it seems futile to pretend that you're alive
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And yet there's nothing I wouldn't give
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And we are left to numb with age and lose the chance to see the world through virgin eyes
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And yet there's nothing I wouldn't give
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As every line beneath our eyes bears witness to the days that we won't soon forget
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There's nothing I wouldn't give
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The waves have washed away any reason for me to look back fondly upon days such as these
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Still there's nothing I wouldn't give
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Aphrasia
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Dark Day Dawning |