Woke up the day the mall vanished...
Broke up with old dismay...
And sent it right to gray faces...
And put it back where it belongs...
Received by all the fallen ones
Deceived by all the fallen ones
Since I'm not around traces remain unfound
They're hiding underground with you.
And in the iris of the night, don't fret baby it's alright
And so a crisis will subside
By changing the focus...
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