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Now it’s time to wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day I’ll dress this city in flames

After the things you say

You hate me for being this way

Still you won’t let go of old ideals

There is no headline to read at night

When the record skips and you’re not holding the needle

We all sing the songs of separation

And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands

Thats how it was on the first day

When WE saw Paris in Flames

rain rain down

I think it’s gonna rain, rain down

I think it’s gonna rain, rain down

I think it’s gonna rain

I think it’s gonna rain, rain down

I think it’s gonna rain, rain down

I think it’s gonna rain

Here in this collapsed lung of a borough

There is no sunlight

The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room

Distant and incoherent

Businessmen hang themselves

We all sing the songs of seperation

and we watch our lives bleed out through our hands

that’s how it was on the first day

when we saw Paris in flames

The lower side is a jukebox playing the deadman’s crescendo

The needle is a vector

An intersection that we all must cross

A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls

Discard this message, discard this message, discard this message

Burn your city down

Discard this message

Throw this bottle back in the ocean

Rip this page from the history books

Smash all the street signs

Erase all the maps

Forget my name

Forget my face

Forget my name

Because it’s gonna rain, it’s gonna rain

and it never ends

We all sing the songs of separation

(Rain Rain Down, I think its gonna rain rain down)

and we watch our lives bleed out through our hands

(I think its gonna rain rain down, I think its gonna rain)

that’s how it was on the first day

(Rain Rain Down, I think its gonna rain rain down)

when we saw Paris in flames

(I think its gonna rain rain down, I think its gonna rain)

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