| Stop
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| When the music dies we stop
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| Smoke hangs like a cloak over the city
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| As silence rolls in from the sea
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| Small wonder your eyes turn misty
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| When you think of the years that you lost
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| They said, that you were protected from above,
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| But this isn’t Hollywood
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| Then they found parts of you all over London
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| The last of the mojitos
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| Volcanoes grows tentacles
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| Mountains become islands
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| In the shadows of her shadow
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| Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared
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| Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow
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| Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution
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| Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator
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| Last thing
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| I remember was falling down stairs
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| Still doing handbrake turns in my dreams, wondering
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| How come the gods are all at Martha’s vineyard now
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| When we’ve fallen asleep at the wheel
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| There’s this smouldering vacuum where tomorrow was
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| for one night only, the universe is ours
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| From the rings of Jupiter to Hollywood Boulevard
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| Baby tonight we are fucking in the stars
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| The last of the mojitos
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| The future becomes impossible
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| Oceans unite as one
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| In the shadow of her shadow
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| Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared
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| Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow
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| Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution
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| Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator
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| Together, together, together, together
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| Together, together, together, together
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| Together we will shatter on the rocks far below
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| Together we can make it into Madame Tussaud’s
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| Where was Howlin Wolf, where was sitting bull, where were the gods of the sun
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| and the moon
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| Where was Krishna, where were the Kray twins, where were Hazelwood and Nancy
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| Sinatra
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| Where was Nostradamus and the headless horseman, your gentle love in the
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| fragile morning
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| The ugly ducklings and the screaming orphans, where were their fathers and
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| there fathers before them
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| Where was Blackbeard and the skull and crossbones where was Chaplin,
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| where was Sherlock Holmes,
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| Where was Zorro and the man from del Monte, where was Mr. Miyagi and the dead
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| poets society
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| Together we are greater than the second coming
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| Together we are greater than the fire of London
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| Together we will climb the devil’s staircase
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| Together we will enter, smokers' paradise |