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This is the sound of the planes in the nightComing out of the darkness and into the lightShining along in the curiously brightThis is the sound of those murderous drumsWatching the footsteps the twisting of thumbsOver and over again he recalls we're lostWe're lostWe're lostWe're lostTell me the story 'bout when u were youngI want to hear it againEven the parts where the hero gets stungI want to savour itI want to play it againThis is the sound of a baby's first breathsThe dying footstepsThe touching of fleshTo hold in your memory to keep by your chestWe're lostWe're lostWe're lost
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