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Wheredowegofromhere?Howdowecarryon?Ican'tgetbeyondthequestions...Clamberingforthescra...
Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions...
Clambering for the scraps,
in the shatter of us collapsed.
Is cuts me with every "could have been"...
Pain on, pain on, play repeating.
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?
There's nothing to see here now,
Turning the sign around.
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
Stumbling cliché case,
Crumpled and puffy faced.
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
All-in-one, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be an out-in-out, born-again from none more cynical.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
All in the end.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?
...and sit here cold?
We'll be long gone by then, and lackluster.
In dust we lay around old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene,
For all we could and should be being,
In the one life that we've got...
In the one life that we've got.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold...
...just going to sweat it out?
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How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions...
Clambering for the scraps,
in the shatter of us collapsed.
Is cuts me with every "could have been"...
Pain on, pain on, play repeating.
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?
There's nothing to see here now,
Turning the sign around.
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
Stumbling cliché case,
Crumpled and puffy faced.
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
All-in-one, only one street-level miracle.
I'll be an out-in-out, born-again from none more cynical.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
All in the end.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out...?
...and sit here cold?
We'll be long gone by then, and lackluster.
In dust we lay around old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene,
For all we could and should be being,
In the one life that we've got...
In the one life that we've got.
Everybody says,
that time heals everything.
But what of the wretched hallow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold...
...just going to sweat it out?
Wait it out. 展开
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我们从哪历型儿走?
我们如何进行?
我无法超越的问题...
攀爬的废料,
昏倒在我们粉碎。
裁员是每一个“可能是”我...
疼痛,疼痛,反复播放。
在等待与备份临时生活。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它...?
有没有看到这里,
至于周围的迹象。
我们关门了地球,直到进一步通知。
蹒跚陈词滥调的情况下,
皱的纸币,浮肿面对。
死在千里瞪眼。
所有功能于一身的,只有一个街道级的汪迟奇迹。
我会是一个不折不扣的输出,重困烂李生从没有更加玩世不恭。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
所有的结束。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它...?
...坐在这儿冷吗?
我们早就过去了,然后和呆滞。
我们躺在围绕在灰尘的旧杂志。
荧光灯照明设置的场景,
对于所有我们可以而且应该确定自己,
在一个生命,我们已经有...
在一个生命,我们必须全力以赴。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它呢?
坐在这里冷...
汗...只是要出来?
我们如何进行?
我无法超越的问题...
攀爬的废料,
昏倒在我们粉碎。
裁员是每一个“可能是”我...
疼痛,疼痛,反复播放。
在等待与备份临时生活。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它...?
有没有看到这里,
至于周围的迹象。
我们关门了地球,直到进一步通知。
蹒跚陈词滥调的情况下,
皱的纸币,浮肿面对。
死在千里瞪眼。
所有功能于一身的,只有一个街道级的汪迟奇迹。
我会是一个不折不扣的输出,重困烂李生从没有更加玩世不恭。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
所有的结束。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它...?
...坐在这儿冷吗?
我们早就过去了,然后和呆滞。
我们躺在围绕在灰尘的旧杂志。
荧光灯照明设置的场景,
对于所有我们可以而且应该确定自己,
在一个生命,我们已经有...
在一个生命,我们必须全力以赴。
大家说,
时间可以治愈一切。
但是,什么倒霉的圣?
无休止的介于两者之间?
我们只是要等待它呢?
坐在这里冷...
汗...只是要出来?
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