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All their money will turn to dust The shopping centre cannot hold The television signal to noise ratio borders on obscene The light of their superstars already dead when they hit Their songs will fade as the music boxes burn out It all rusts It all goes silent It all burns off Everything decays Everything dies But if I can hold on to you in our unspoken covenant on the edge of forever perhaps we can defy the sweeping hands of this mortal coil and turn our backs on time
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Music Box Apocalypse
All their money will turn to dust The shopping centre cannot hold The television signal to noise ratio borders on obscene The light of their superstars already dead when they hit Their songs will fade as the music boxes burn out It all rusts It all goes silent It all burns off Everything decays Everything dies But if I can hold on to you in our unspoken covenant on the edge of forever perhaps we can defy the sweeping hands of this mortal coil and turn our backs on time
Amy-Grindhouse
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
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