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Thought Industry
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Sharron Sours
Lyricist：Brent Lee Oberlin, Christopher Lee Simmons
Before the Atlantic, Pacific desert
I used to travel to England for the holidays
Oh, on yesterday a taxi cab stalled in the driveway
I was perched on the windowsill
Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt
My eyes are green to warmth
A wine bottle snoozing with the snow
So pale the face became
Gazing stoic from her backseat
Wine, all heat within my cold
Wine, lug me throughout my hell
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What's your name?
I trip around and drown in crowds
And the air was crisp while I passed
Through the trash of Camden
I pulled my coat airtight
And walked towards the last garbage fire
It seems an hour ago
I missed the last train for hollyhead
Across the can of fire
Her face appeared barely alive
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