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| 4:14 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:58 | 
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Where do we go from here? How do we carry on? I can't get beyond these questions Clambering for the scraps in the shatter of us collapsed that cuts me with every could-have-been Pain on pain on play repeating with the backup, makeshift life in waiting (※) Everybody says time heals everything but what of the wretched hollow? The endless in between are we just going to wait it out? There's nothing to see here now, turning the sign around We're closed to the earth till further notice A stumbling cliched case, crumpled and puffy faced Dead in the stare of a thousand miles All I want, only one, street level miracle I'll be an out and out, born again, from none more cynical (※) And sit here cold, we will be long gone by then In lackluster, in dust we layer on old magazines, fluorescent lighting sets the scene in the one life that we've got |
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| 3. |
| 3:35 |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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| 7. |
| 2:54 |
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| 8. |
| 4:42 |
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| 9. |
| 4:07 |
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| 10. |
| 2:27 |
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| 11. |
| 2:00 |
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| 12. |
| 4:55 |
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| 13. |
| 4:02 |
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