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RemainsNow we're aloneWhat are we to do In all this space and time? No weight below So how are we to stay? And not just float away Above the city Where the young ones raise their glasses in the air And drink without a care For tomorrow Here - our remains But how are we to know Our angle of repose? We slip and slide Compare alibis Marking the days on the wall And we're nothing to no-one We're nothing, nothing now to no-one Nothing to no-one |