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On cliff's edge of a shambled world
There stands a weary version of them
Belongings packed and at their feet
The destination is uncertain
She's charting out the wreckage past
Cities returned to mother nature
And far beyond the tired stares
Horizon greets the barren badlands
We face planted misery
But we can start an anti-revolution
And we could both be tired together
She's tired of the sleepless moons
And rusty joints a constant nightmare
He's tired of his shattered thoughts
And hell on earth a rear-view mirror
Now as we bid this world farewell
And reboot on the last of good times
Before all the catastrophes
Of useless politicians and disease
We face planted misery
But we can start an anti-revolution
And we could both be tired together
We face planted misery
But we can start an anti-revolution
And we could both be tired together
If you got together with me
We can start an anti-revolution
And we could all be tired
Together
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