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You sell a world you made of clay
You don’t know why you feel alive
And now the days fall into sorrow
And all the cities set alight

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You save a life to sympathize
Go save a light inside your pain
We don’t know the city no more
And all the people are insane

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You sell a world you made of clay
You don’t know why you feel alive
And now the days fall into sorrow
And all the cities set alight

No more hideaway

No, I can’t see you, well

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