help to start up this tune baby
cause i'm havin' trouble with the words
but what's the point?
'cause it'll never end
oh can't you see?
my songs the world
or is my world a song?
it's a tad confusing i know
but whistle me a note anyway
and we'll take it from there
we'll sing 'em from the rooftops
and up outta the sewers
we'll break 'em down in the capitals
and topple the cities
all the filth in the world will follow our rythm
and step to our time
we'll rise up and live forever
in this song of love
but what else is love but hopelessness?
so forget it all
cause there's really no point, i mean
we'll just sit together
and watch the world fall down around us
'neath the ivy that's grown to block out the sun
and shade the two of us together as one
lie still
lest we rest the buttflies from their thicket
lunging across our eyes
lashing at the images of your face
i'll never forget it
not even when we're gone
and all that's left is our song
because the people are marching already
and sky's crashing down with your name
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