Snow on Dead Neighbourhoods
Electric President S/T [2006]
Transcribed by Matthew Brown (mnb92@mail.com)

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Pluck all the wires from your skin, and toss them to the wind.
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Open your chest and let me in. I’ll help you mend.
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While you    carve our names in the ice on the sidewalk,
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And     I           do the      same on the   face of a cinderblock.
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Thousands of houses hug this road, but no one’s home.
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All the picket   fences look like bones, ’cause nothing grows.
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Snow covers everything in sight a ghostly white.
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Under that blanket there’s no life, just blinking lights.
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And  we  peer through the glass of those empty households.
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The T    Vs are all still on. They’re flashing images against the walls

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