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3d: In city shoes Of clueless blues Pays the views And no-mans news Blades will fade from blood to sport The heroin's cut these fuses short Smokers rode a colonial pig Drink and frame this pain i think I'm melting silver poles my dear You bleed your wings and then disappear The moving scenes and pilot lights Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights Modern times come talk me down And battle lines are drawn across this town Parisian boys without your names Ghetto stones instead of chains Talk 'em down cause it's up in flames