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Consignment rescue mission base
Clothes on
You've come around, you've come for more
I don't believe we've
an age of silence, dribble on chin
the fate of the
We looked our best today
With nothing left to say
Forgotten dreams
the sky turned white
fell down and swallowed the streets whole
Nothing's changed, nothing's changed
Years away, years away
Been here, been here
Forget all the places that I'll never see
Forget all the
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