A City Scene

The A-B Theory

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    I don't enjoy swallowing life through a bottle
    How the poison makes all of my memories hollow
    And how my throat moves in sync with my body
    In a crowd I'm composed; my life's a dichotomy

    Still my heart, my heart
    Is burning through darkness for you
    Still my lungs, my lungs
    Respire for no one, but you

    When I close my eyes I can hear the city
    There's no miracle or medicine for self-pity
    I imagine you standing in white in the middle
    I don't blame you for leaving; you did what you had to

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    And all of the while everything's still in motion
    The working class learning that life's just a bargain
    While the rich men conspire plans to reach heaven
    You stand there so pretty, why won't this last forever?
    You did what you had to; you did what you had to

    Still my heart, my heart
    Is burning through darkness for you
    Still my lungs, my lungs
    Respire for no one, but you

    Still my heart, my heart
    Is burning through darkness for you
    Still my lungs, my lungs
    Respire for no one, but you

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