She's Fallen, no rescue, in newspaper headlines. Come morning, its waiting, its only half a lie. The winds of tell tale do blow: they leave you stormbound and oh so cold. He's fallen, there's rescue in newspaper headlines, they're watching, they're listening, for only half a lie. Same story goes around, same stories come around. The winds of tell tale do blow, they leave you stormbound and oh so cold and all the pieces that make your life a whole, laid out and washed up on these angry shores. These newspaper headlines.
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