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[carwrecksonata]

there's a wall right past these shallow waters
when we reach the point where we hit a halt
it's here that we'll never find
there's a place free of roaches
inside this city you won't find

what she preaches
isn't what you'll find
we fly over this city
dodge all the archers

LET US FREE
we're drowning in these shallow waters
i see a dead man's smile
which reaches my pearl white face
oh dear, i feel so weary