- wanna do another one, man? - alright... - let�s go.
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A town of disrespect The trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself Stirring the dregs, where I have laid
The exit signs are flashing Dead ends, they won�t come to life anymore I pledge the rest, I should have guessed Your love was hanging by threads Tongues tied under the moon My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs The misers wind their minds Like clocks that grind their gears on and on
And if it�s meant, some accident Some coincidence Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by The dust clouds blow and nobody�s home
Oh, won�t you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again
Oh, won�t you lay my bags upon the funeral fire And sing it again