He likes to throw bricks from the overpass
Dead moon 'neath the fallen ash
So very far, so very far
Hanging lights from the Christmas tree
He's in debt to the company
So very far, so very far
So far
But when the end is close
Does it seem to be far away
The fall of men falling further still
Lord, who do I have to kill
Someone who will kiss me, who will
A man resting upon his bed
A dull pain right across his head
So very fast, so very fast
So fast
But when the end is close
Does it seem to be far away
What scares you the most
That you will be forgot
A thought that never leaves your head alone
They like to throw bricks from the overpass
Their youth is an hourglass
So very fast, so very fast
I took a spade and I made a ditch
I stuck my head in and buried it
Blind is bliss, is blind, is bliss
So far, so far
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