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{Should we do another one then? Dead right Lets go One, two, three, four} A town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked The night is younger than us Nowhere is anywhere else You keep to yourself, stirring the dregs, where I have laid The exit signs are flashing dead ends They won't come to life anymore I pledged the rest, I should have guessed Your love was hangin' by threads Tongues tied under the moon My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs The miser's wind their minds like Clocks that grind their gears on and on And if it's meant some accident, some coincidence Crumbs fall out of the sky, when you wander by The dust clouds blow when nobody's home Oh! Won't you lay my bags Upon the funeral fire and sing it again? Oh! Won't you lay my bags Upon the funeral fire and sing it again?