they'll name a city after us
the city of lost souls
somewhere near Rio
they'll say look, see
this is where they philander
this is where they sleep
this is where they stay up and wander
and they will never find the answer
they believe they will
they believe love will set them free
they got love all wrong
they will pay
they will hold the lamp post
let the chill
glue their cheeks
until they turn blue
crystalized
and become
a statue of their own mistakes
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