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I sing your worn-out words
In an unsuitable language
I play second-hand chords
Cause I steal them all
/>I paint a decrepit world
A collapsed city
I paint the trees there
They never had
This song is like a ruin
Like a broken bridge
Like a fallen tower
To heaven and back again
This song
This song always comes back
I live in run-down sentences
As in an uninhabitable house
Do I live outside, do I live inside?
But I am not at home anywhere else
I speak with parched tongues
I speak for all and for one
For even sung with a hoarse voice
Is no man really alone
This song is like a ruin
Like a broken bridge
Like a fallen tower
To heaven and back again
This song
This song always comes back
This song
This song always comes back