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Our veins are too thin for all our blood to stream at one time
the love you let in will die away somewhere in your mind
you lost all your sons and killed your daughters with your own doubt
so now you are one who caves slowly in as stories spin out
caves slowly in as stories spin out

in spite of the flood there's something growing in the streamside
babies' slippers red like blood that even murky water can't hide
you wave them goodbye and say they're nothing but a life spent
but it's all just one big lie, there is still earth beneath the pavement
there is still earth beneath the pavement