At least on the outside
There’s a market for these painful poses
Wrapped around your world
And when we’re on the outside
There’s a market force that’s smooth and silent
Wrapped around your world
And it’s crying for business

I don’t know where we get off
The hours pass through empty days
And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic

When we’re on the outside
There’s no market that’s not cold
Wrapped around your world
And it’s crying for business

I don’t know where we get off
The hours pass through empty days
And day is night when I remember the value of the automatic
Please count back until the days when words weren’t cheap and calculations
Found a place where they were wanted
With the value of the automatic

Earthbound sounds still ringing in my ear
And only semi-audible; trapped beneath a downpour
Cut it


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Deportation And Return song meanings
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