Dead Alive

On a walk in a fragile state Weird angles coming over the wire Back home we got girls in braids And they're on roller skates, and they roll any way they like

From my town I can always look down Down from my nose to the fish in the barrels But in the wiles of human life There are pity nights and a ray of gentle lights

So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive

Monuments were awfully dense I flew by in a daze on the freeway He can whine of our different times But me, I'm fine with the mirrors this far away

For the muse in our bodies to function Rain gonna fall on the hills where we hide Wash the blood and the guts to the ocean Leave the pike making everything alright

So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive

So tonight Dance and cry The dead alive

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