The years pass and are really too similar
All these rainy days and these beautiful dreams
Which are born and parade like the figures of wallstreet
My crude oil ipod plays a mgmt song
While the war is breaking out
May the sun burn us
And may your smile kill me
The sky is breaking
Our hearts are empty
We lost the north
We spat out love
But I still believe that we will defeat the beast
A man fell from space yesterday while we were launching
A probe in search of nothing
And I think that finding peace
that would already be better than nothing
The moon never falls again, surely it prefers to watch it from afar
A fireworks display of bombs and sublime beauty of evil and good

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