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The Taxpayers
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A Matter Of Simple Deduction
I was walking alone in an unfamiliar town when the buildings started to shiver and shake. Shimmering rain came down in sheets and then glittered like glass on the empty streets. I could see your face in the wind; I could hear the orchestral storm begin to sing: 'It's the end, it's the goddamn end! Come on, baby, baby, baby, light that, light that fire!'
It's a matter of simple deduction. It's a matter of complete control. You can hold hands with the man in the tower, but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
So there I was, right? Stuck in the street. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Not a soul for miles, on my own two feet. Glittering glass, piles of trash, stuttering into the wind wind wind. I could see your face in the air, I could taste your skin on my lips. But this is the end, this is the END! Come on, baby, baby, baby, light that, light that fire!
It's a matter of simple deduction. It's a matter of complete control. You can hold hands with the man in the tower, but you just can't guarantee a place for your soul.
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