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What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies? | Is that, the stars can swim on a thousand dark miles? | Before they ever see the floor again
What has become of all of us, all ceilings, all skies? Is that, the stars can swim on a thousand dark miles? Before they ever see the floor again With their backs against the wall on these last days But then, we knew that would happen anyway You drop that pitch-black pall Over us, once again and all, move without Propel your national machines Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine A thousand tiny lives Disappear into the black stretch I guess I thought I'd feel something but I didn't But I didn't, yes, that's a myth With their backs against the wall on these last days But then, we knew that would happen anyway You drop that pitch-black pall Over us, once again and all, move without Propel your national machines Giving us all the disease, but not the vaccine I would give anything As I moved out, his fortunes sour It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never gonna be good enough It's never
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