The camera's shift and fade, as the credits start to
Tied you down then walked for miles
Under streetlight your face
The face each other and
Inhale at the same time
Nothing better
It's making me depressed, seeing these guys getting everything they
Deciphering the codes
From transmittions hardly sent
Leads us to misinterpretati
Crescendo in silence
Inflate to bursting collapse
The heavens open wide
To end
This is our party and we'll die if we want
Riding to the go, makes him hold on tightReady to
See how the city walksOut of step but synchronisedSynchronised and
Fight combat so you've got to go, go, goneThis surge
Prepare a face to meet the faces that you meetPrepare
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