As you secretly plan your escape From you world without fences that you fought so hard to defend You watch the highway below The silent breadlines of civilised men As you cling to the edge of a dead Monday Every town looks the same Its just the streets that have different names Its the infinite sadness of parallel lines Its the shade in your eyes Were not meant to be living this way You watch as they dance to the pulse of a clock With those ignorant faces that they lie so much to protect But these are all broken men Their eyes are extinguished, their dreams became lies And you cling to the edge of a dead Monday Every street looks the same Its just the towns that have different names Its the infinite sadness of parallel lines Its the shade in your eyes Were not meant to be living this way Wait Meant to be living this way Wait We are meant to believe in this Living this way
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