All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
Is
The power's down on State Street when April says goodnight
And
I was swept to sea while trying to be poetic
It
Tires turning
In this worn out mercury
Fires burning
Through this silent galaxy
I think about the times you rode your bike down
And
This highway never seemed so long
And it's all the same
Yeah
I should quit everything
Everything I've been putting off for a
Holding onto a better day
'Cause I didn't know that people
You share your cigarette as you hang up the phone
Sure
You packed your bags and moved right into my head
Then
Surrounded by all these empty eyes
What if all of them
How hopeful is the month of May
If only for its
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