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We grow up in these buildings of concrete and stress
We're as brutal as brutalist gets
We dream of the straight lines and
nights where we won't find the reason to dream up the rest
And we're still waiting
So sing for these heartbreaks, these breaches and beach heads,
these scars on a landscape alive
It's been a bad year for death so here's making the most of what's left
My throat might be wrecked but I don't think I'll stop 'till I'm deaf
The ghost in yr bedroom, the wind on the platform
Swept through these tunnels and sat with this bottle
I'm starting to see why you're so far from sober
I'm starting to shake like my father
And we're still waiting
Oh patience
So once as explorers and twice as just tourists
I'd settle for a good night as proof of life
It's been a bad year for death so here's making the most of what's left
My throat might be wrecked but I don't think I'll stop till I'm deaf
We're as brutal as brutalist gets
We dream of the straight lines and
nights where we won't find the reason to dream up the rest
these scars on a landscape alive
It's been a bad year for death so here's making the most of what's left
My throat might be wrecked but I don't think I'll stop 'till I'm deaf
Swept through these tunnels and sat with this bottle
I'm starting to see why you're so far from sober
I'm starting to shake like my father
Oh patience
I'd settle for a good night as proof of life
It's been a bad year for death so here's making the most of what's left
My throat might be wrecked but I don't think I'll stop till I'm deaf
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Submitted by
nickds On Oct 16, 2015
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