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Todays Lyrics:
Thursday - Paris In Flames
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 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)