On a walk in a fragile state

Weird angles coming over the wires

Back home we got girls in braidsAnd they′re on roller skates and they roll any way they like

From my town I can only see down

Down my nose to the fish in the barrels

But they are the wiles of human life

There are pity nights and a ray of gentle lights

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

Monuments were awfully dense

I float by in a daze on the freeway

You can whine of our different times

But me, I'm fine with a view that is far away

We′re the mills in the valley to function

Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide

Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean

Leave the pike making everything alright

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

So tonight

Dance and cry

The dead alive

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