Draws in the rocket tails and wonders why

steel strung nerves still creak

when the wind blows

switch the sound off and step off the train

keep walking until you're free again

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from the pale parade

all the souls caught on shirt tails

Stepping over the subways blood stream

racing hounds and turnstile

caught like butterflies in sellotape

keep flapping until you're free again

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step away you know it's easy to deceive

you'll sink so fast you'll have no time to breath

the time bomb seeks its way into the soul

when the bow breaks

tin soldiers fall

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round and round and round and round

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the pale parade

all the souls caught on shirt tails

and they sway

Turn the sunshine on it must be time for love

but do the sinking needs dissolve the will to love again

I found a better way to hold the things I need

while open-ended heads deceive what they believe

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