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Thursday City By The Light Divided

What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark You found your faith, left out behind your father?s car You said, ?There?s no one watching over

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watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party crashes and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light

A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light

The lights go down, outside Before our cars collide So we silhouette ourselves In forty shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you

burn this city Burn this city down tonight, leave it all behind Burn this city, burn this city Burn this city, burn this city Burn this city, burn this city Burn this city, burn this city

the air Spinning around Did you float in the air? Spinning around There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night And the leaves don?t abandon their trees to the light

to watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party crashes and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light

unconditional A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light