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lost sight of groundnever been so downnothing here to stand onit's a war-weary roadanother faceless tombstonenothing here to stand on
I turn to face the windmay never get outforever caught in a spinno better place to begincan't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missingjust as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m.fallout shelter sign above the doorin other words, don't come here anymoretoo many miles between
I heard a dead man screamnothing here to stand oneach and every stepreeling out more or lessnothing here to stand on
I turn to face the windmay never get outforever caught in a spinno better place to begin
I turn to face the windmay never get outforever caught in a spinno better place to begintried to stay, tried to runthere's never been enough reasonto believe in anyonethis trickle-down theoryhas left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m.fallout shelter sign above the doorin other words, don't come here anymore
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