To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie I Hear You Coming, But Your Steps Are Too Loud

13 November 2013
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fall into the light in their full mouths
a story is a sentence, a last word
as i grow old it's not enough, not enough
turn to what's been said
as i grow old it's not enough, not enough
turn to what's been said

our arms will be a ladder around your calls
our hands will be the answer, formed and solved
all and all, it's just same
no one knows your name
all and all, it's just same
no one knows your name

all and all, it's just the same
all and all, it's just the same

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