Standard (EADGBE)

Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisened rivers minds and hearts

Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged

Gold is selling well but hurry nightly ocean rising fast

 A big man with a plan has got a storm a-coming, monster coming.

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 From Atlantis to interzone

 You start on the edge and you end on your own.

From Atlantis to interzone

You start on the edge and you end on your own

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We're fragments of fiction

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 Your dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers one to five

 His ears pricked with the knife hears that the east are coming, west are

coming

 From gravity's rainbow, the axis here is still unknown

 The children's faces glow. The wasteland guides them, wasteland guides them.