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This is the pulse that races
Broke laces and dirty faces
Wrapped up and shoved in cases
Erased and fucking tasteless
Arrange these things you've wasted
Before this bar gets faded
It's the only thing at all
Another folded article that shows you what to see
It's the photographs that made you laugh
Never what they seem
It's easier to cope with all these dreams
'Cause we are, we are, we are, we are
The frail things that break apart
We are, we are, we are, we are
The famous ones that steal your value
Back to the eye that chases
Replaced in violent paces
Conform consistent races
Through all that passing crazes
It's the only thing at all
Another folded article that shows you what to see
It's the photographs that made you laugh
Never what they seem
It's easier to cope with all these dreams
It's easier; to leave with her
We are, we are, we are, we are
The frail things that break apart
We are, we are, we are, we are
The famous ones that steal your value