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'Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light
We're the therapists pumping through your speakers
The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt (make my ears hurt)
The tombstones were waiting, they were half-engraved They knew it was over, they just didn't know the date.
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on being down
My mind is a safe, and if I keep it in we all get rich
You are my best I'll never know
It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you
To the "love," I left my conscience
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