Tom McRae
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Coming back to the city, that I never quite leave.
Picture you by the ocean, picture me coughing into my sleeve
Like a snake-eating snake you confuse me, who's killer? Who's captive? Who's free?
In a city that kills by constiction, throw your streets around me and squeeze.
And draw down the stars... Draw down the stars.. What's in your heart?... Your heart?
This fluorescent night will devide us, and dissolve to a flickering screen.
And we all know each other secrets, things seen and not seen.
And draw down the stars... Draw down the stars.. What's in your heart?... Your heart?
Picture you by the ocean, picture me coughing into my sleeve
Like a snake-eating snake you confuse me, who's killer? Who's captive? Who's free?
In a city that kills by constiction, throw your streets around me and squeeze.
And draw down the stars... Draw down the stars.. What's in your heart?... Your heart?
This fluorescent night will devide us, and dissolve to a flickering screen.
And we all know each other secrets, things seen and not seen.
And draw down the stars... Draw down the stars.. What's in your heart?... Your heart?
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