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Small Towns Burn A Little Slower
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A Tune of Panic
Sirens scream a tune of panic.
Heartbeats rival the speed at which the pistons are pushing the engine.
Dispatched to the aid of black despondency.
Life has left the body,
And barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter.
Barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter.
Somewhere in the grey matter.
Faces pale with the knowledge of whys and hows.
It's haunting to know that life could beat you down with such ease.
Confirming those things you've tried to ignore.
Compelling you to bathe in your despair.
Bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition.
Faces pale with the knowledge of whys and hows.
It's haunting to know that life could beat you down.
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Like a ghost speaks breathly in your ear.
A great ghost speaks breathly in your ear.
(Speaks breathly in your ear.)
It's a common theme but one we can't discount.
Let's bring aid to those not fervent enough to help themselves.
Raise a flag of hope that there is a brilliant tomorrow.
Sirens scream a tune of panic.
Heartbeats rival the speed at which the pistons are pushing the engine.
Dispatched to the aid of black despondency.
Life has left the body,
And barely lingers somewhere in the grey matter.
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