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Life's for the Living (anniversary edition)--Passenger (all lyrics)

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Answer
Well
grey
clouds
wrapped
around
the
town
like
elastic.
Cars
stood
like
toys
made
of
Taiwanese
plastic.
The
boy
laughed,
danced
around
in
the
rain.
While
launderettes
cleaned
clothes,
high
heels
rubbed
toes.
Puddles
splashed
huddles
of
bus
stop
crows,
dressed
in
their
suits
and
their
boots.
Well,
they
all
look
the
same.
I
took
myself
down
to
the
cafe
to
find
all
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the
boys
lost
in
books
and
crackling
vinyl.
And
carved
out
a
poem
above
the
urinal
that
read:
Don't
you
cry
for
the
lost,
smile
for
the
living.
Get
what
you
need
and
give
what
you're
given.
Life's
for
the
living,
so
live
it,
or
you're
better
off
dead.
While
the
evening
pulled
the
moon
out
of
its
packet,
stars
shone
like
buttons
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on
an
old
man's
jacket.
We
needed
a
nail,
but
we
tacked
it
'til
it
fell
off
the
wall.
Yeah
while
pigeons
pecked
drains,
sparks
flew
like
planes,
the
rain
showed
the
rainbows
in
the
oil
stains.
And
we
all
had
new
iPhones,
but
no
one
had
no
one
to
call.
And
I
stumbled
down
to
the
stomach
of
the
town,
where
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the
widow
takes
memories
to
slowly
drown.
With
a
hand
to
the
sky
and
a
mist
in
her
eye,
she
said:
Don't
you
cry
for
the
lost,
smile
for
the
living.
Get
what
you
need
and
give
what
you're
given.
Life's
for
the
living,
so
live
it,
or
you're
better
off
dead.
(or
you're
better
off
dead)
Well
I'm
sick
of
this
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town,
this
blind
man's
forage.
They
take
your
dreams
down,
and
they
stick
'em
in
storage.
You
can
have
'em
back
son
when
you've
paid
off
your
mortgage
and
loans.
Ah
hell
with
this
place,
I'll
go
it
my
own
way.
I'll
stick
out
my
thumb,
and
I'll
trudge
down
the
highway.
Someday
someone
must
be
going
my
way
home.
'Til
then
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I'll
make
my
bed
from
a
disused
car,
with
a
mattress
of
leaves
and
a
blanket
of
stars.
And
I'll
stitch
the
words
into
my
heart
with
a
needle
and
thread:
Don't
you
cry
for
the
lost,
smile
for
the
living.
Get
what
you
need
and
give
what
you're
given.
Life's
for
the
living,
so
live
it,
or
you're
better
off
dead. (x3)
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