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The motorway
Like a colorless ribbon in the heat
Twisting through zip codes
That cut and scratch your sleepwalking feet
A trail of red candy sucked white
Behind you in the street
So sick and tired
Whered it all go
I bet you wanted
What you dont know
A celebration in a black hole
I bet you wanted junk for code
The boxcar tipped over
Buried two white girls in coal
We are the way
The past gets to the future
We are the hole
So sick and tired
Whered it all go
I bet you wanted
What you dont know
A celebration in a black hole
I bet you wanted junk for code