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Nick’s telling Lazarus to dig himself
While I’m sitting in the same grave
No Sisters of Mercy to alleviate
L.A. drugs just lie in wait

I don’t need to cruise for prayers
No alms to ease my way
Leave me with Larry
Tell Tom his kind of science
Don’t belong around here

Pieces
Like some kind of aerosol
Fall away from me
Augment the lie
That returns
When it burns
Pent up with all our monstrous lives

Pick out the picture
That belies dishonest truth
Concentrate on the perception
That I’m beyond reach

And I need you now
But I won’t reach out
Turn off my radio
While you listen to your troubles
Down in Mexico

But somebody needs you
And that someone

Yeah that someone

Looks to the stars
To the ash
That burns in your sky

Your stars
Whisper of the tracks
Winding up the arms
Of the DJ playing my song

From the stars
The moon
Your radio

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