this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs. The list of dead goes on and on and on. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding, up broken hearts. I`m giving up on moving on. What used to fill these streets with life, has thrown a brick right through our lives now. Don`t hold back. So forget about the bricks, we wear around our necks, And forget about every second up to this. Here`s to the walking casualties of heavy handed, subelty. So raise a drink, we`ll break the windows and the chairs, and finally start a fire burning, at both ends. I might be everything to you need and you might be the same for me. We got out fast, burning at both ends
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