The two of us
We're picking at the bones
Shot scenes for old
Whoa I'm sold
That face I know
It's stuck in my old skull
Please be all mine
Walk on
Walk on
Walk on
Walk on
City won't go
The two of us should fold
The kings have all gone
Take off your clothes
Till I am whole
I take it all
Through shadows I suppose
They cover oceans
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
City won't go
You'll see, it's all too cold
I'm just a black hole
Inside
Inside

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