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• Artiste: Thursday
• Titre: Dead Songs
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Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion with a sigh "Alright?" Alright. Deadlines are winding down Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams) Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death) When all the color fades away, The world is black and white Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light It's no surprise Dead checks, dead sex, Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance in the dead of night Alright? Alright. Nothing hurts, nothing moves, nothing stays (No one hopes and no one dreams) Nothing matters when the dead songs play (Reject the death) When all the color fades away, The world is black and white There's a dead song on the audio tape The strongest magnet couldn't wipe away Singing, "It's alright." But it's not alright Then: pinpricks on the back of your neck A little voice inside you says "When you hear dead songs, don't sing along--let it die." Lift your small voices up And we'll stitch these cries into a choir Our lonely notes form chords that the orchestra just can't divide Alright?