The cops were arresting the people in style and
The cripples
You’re my armor
You’re my honor
You’re my karma
You’re my ardor
You’r
I tried but I just can’t see you
I tried but
Some days I like to sit and count the ways
I
Thinking back
Thinking back
We track our trail
Winding
That time
Luminous
Atmo
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