| Piece it together, take it apart
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| The beginning and ending, the stop and the start
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| The city is breathing through power lines
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| And the babies are teething but can’t read the signs
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| They’re too young to know
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| All the things that they said
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| One day they’ll be living
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| And the next they’ll be dead
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| But if that sounds too morbid
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| Too finite and macabre
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| Let’s stop second-guessing
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| And figure out who we are, we are, we are…
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| From the tops of the trees (trees)
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| From our throats we will scream
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| We will weaken their knees
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| We will say what we mean
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| Tonight, tonight the veil comes down
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| Yeah, tonight the veil comes…
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| Our words are weaving, languages intertwine
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| From the tips of our tongues
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| To the back of our spines
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| The city is teething, glowing and white
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| But its secrets are dirty
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| And we’ll expose them tonight… tonight all right
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| From the tops of the trees
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| From our throats we will scream
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| We will weaken their knees
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| We will say what we mean
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| Tonight, tonight the veil comes down
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| Yeah, tonight the veil comes down
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| Yeah, tonight the veil comes down
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| Tonight the veil comes…
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| The veil comes down
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| Tonight, tonight the veil comes down
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| Tonight the veil comes down
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| Tonight the veil comes down
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| Tonight the veil comes down
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| Yeah, tonight the veil comes down
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| Tonight the veil comes down |