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The Art Of Our Dwellings
Houses fall in on themselves and pavement cracks and everything we built is pushed aside as nature reclaims her throne.
There's a tower built high that blocks the sun and animals roam free through stores and homes.
And abandoned subway tunnels hide packs of dark creatures. I'm alone here. I'm alone here. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
So our dwellings are all that's left to represent us. Every small house is a statement of things long gone. How could this happen after everything I've done?
Is this my fault?
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