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New Clear Fallout [working title]
The city in my eyes
Isn't a home to my heart
But at least there's no strangers in this place
That's a start
I've always wondered if the skyline is keeping me blind
What can't I see through the acres of highrises in front of me
The only truth I know is where I'm going
But my stars are lost in darkness
So the next steps I take might be into the abyss
And if I fall in love again, how will I rise above this
How many more have gone before me on the wings of hope
Their good intentions shed, virgin feet never meeting the road
If I didn't know any better I'd bet we're all headed for the coast
So if I don't learn to fly I'll end up blue and full in the throat
With the salt of the earth, without a song on my lips
And if we're all in this together
At least I'm not alone, but I don't know if we'll be saved
It's a small world that falls into nether
So I guess I'll just dig a bigger grave
I'll make room for the others in case absolution comes for us
And we'll burn that bridge when we get to it
Lighter than feathers like dead baby birds
Rolling on an early mourning breeze
Robed in ravenous worms
Stolen away to that place where the song sings itself
Isn't a home to my heart
But at least there's no strangers in this place
That's a start
I've always wondered if the skyline is keeping me blind
What can't I see through the acres of highrises in front of me
The only truth I know is where I'm going
But my stars are lost in darkness
So the next steps I take might be into the abyss
And if I fall in love again, how will I rise above this
How many more have gone before me on the wings of hope
Their good intentions shed, virgin feet never meeting the road
If I didn't know any better I'd bet we're all headed for the coast
So if I don't learn to fly I'll end up blue and full in the throat
With the salt of the earth, without a song on my lips
And if we're all in this together
At least I'm not alone, but I don't know if we'll be saved
It's a small world that falls into nether
So I guess I'll just dig a bigger grave
I'll make room for the others in case absolution comes for us
And we'll burn that bridge when we get to it
Lighter than feathers like dead baby birds
Rolling on an early mourning breeze
Robed in ravenous worms
Stolen away to that place where the song sings itself
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