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We were forced into the night by the butterflies
Now we're here with the glowworms and fireflies
But as our clothes are plainer we are criticised
we are moths we are moths we are moths we are moths
Why are they so beautiful after chrysalis?
I'm like a plant that never had photosynthesis
And I guess it's time we got into this
We are moths we are moths we are moths
But the night is ours
But how we rage against the death of the light
It's the light we devour
Don't turn it off
We are moths we are moths we are moths we are moths
We are frightened of the peacocks and seagulls
We exist amongst the owls and the white wolves
But we're drawn to the neon and lightbulbs
We are moths we are moths we are moths we are moths
We are plainer because we're nocturnal
And our lives feel so ephermal
But united we are eternal
We are moths we are moths we are moths
But the night is ours
But how we rage against the death of the light
It's the light we devour, don't turn it off
Coz we are moths we are moths we are moths
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And you just don't think
And you just delay the inevitable
And you hear my voice
Like the rain on the window of a hospital
it's how you go about life so vacantly
despite the people who love you so blatantly
and you just don't think but baby, i do
you fight alone against these things that crush you
like you think that people just want to mistrust you
i'm running out of ways that i can tell you
sometimes i just don't know how i can help you
And you just don't think
Always with you it's preposterous schemes
And you just don't think
You just don't think about the cost of your dreams
you're searching for something you might never find
and you drag me along, then you leave me behind
and you just don't think but baby I do
you fight alone against these things that crush you
like you think that people just want to mistrust you
i'm running out of ways that i can tell you
sometimes i just don't know how i can help you
You're running out
You're running out on everyone you loved and everyone you needed
I'm running out
I'm running out of everyone I loved and everyone I needed
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This Was a Triumph
03:04
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If my work's no fun
And I don't think I can trust anyone
Well it's fine as long as I'm with you
If it's starting to rain
And it's a 40-minute wait for a connecting train
Well it's fine as long as I'm with you
Wrong decisions again
A total utter moron is elected PM
Well it's fine as long as I'm with you
All the money's been spent
Hostilities break out on the continent
Well it's fine as long as I'm with you
And I don't get it at all
How you're always there to break my fall
Well it's fine as long as I'm with you
And I can't do anything
Just make negative art like the tape in 'The Ring'
And it's fine as long as I'm with you
Space mutants invade
Forty thousand deaths in the Everglades
But it's fine as long as I'm with you
Zombie hordes at the door
Mongolian death worms come through the floor
But it's fine as long as I'm with you
And we make it outside
Irradiated wastelands spreading nationwide
But it's fine as long as I'm with you
So I kiss your lips
In the final scarlet sunset of apocalypse
And it's fine as long as I'm with you
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Year Without a Summer Coventry, UK
Beach-shack post-punk. Solo play in the bedroom. Sailed from St Annes, washed up in Coventry. Interests include apocalypse survival, false memories, moths.
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