PROVIDENCE IN THE RED JULY, WHEN WE BIT THE DUST ON PROVIDENCE ALL
TANGLED IN OUR NOT-SO-COMMON SENSE I HEARD YOU SAY YOU'D NEVER SLEEP
AGAIN, 'TIL THE BED WAS MADE YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED
DANCIN' AROUND WITH ALL THE GHOSTS IN EMPTY HOMES YOU SANG AND YOU
SOUNDED LIKE YOU KNEW IT WAS YOUR OWN RANG OUT A SHOT IN THE DARK,
SOME THINGS ARE BEST TO LET FALL APART AND HOW YOU KNEW, OH HOW YOU
KNEW IN THE RED JULY, WHEN WE BIT THE DUST ON PROVIDENCE OH TANGLE ME
UP, TANGLE ME UP AND ON THE LAST HURRAH, WE'D BETTER MAKE IT HURT,
'CAUSE OUR TIME IS SPENT WE LIED, WE LIED, WE LIED, WE LIED DANCIN'
AROUND WITH ALL THE GHOSTS IN EMPTY HOMES YOU SANG AND YOU SOUNDED
LIKE YOU KNEW IT WAS YOUR OWN RANG OUT A SHOT IN THE DARK, SOME THINGS
ARE BEST TO LET FALL APART AND HOW YOU KNEW, OH HOW YOU KNEW.
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