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The Music Will Keep Playing, After We're Dead

I’m searching
For something
Within these walls
These f***ing green walls
But how can you search
When you don’t know where to look
To turn
Surrounded
You said I would drown
Well I’m treading
And I’m almost afloat
But you won’t believe me
And neither will they
They’ll believe me when it’s painted
On billboards
Street signs
Screaming out
Across their faces
The last stroke
Of an unfinished painting
That probably never will
I’m homesick
For a place that doesn’t exist
But you already know that
And what you don’t know
Is the sun never rises in the west
Only in the east
But you know that
You know that





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