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The bright lights squeeze the skies
In their neon vice
We shield our eyes
As the traffic sighs
We'd rather die
Then put a price
On the hours we endure
This lurid life
Plastic blaze
It's too soon
For your garish doom
To fill the room
Give me time
To make right
Shoot out the light
Give up the fight
Plastic blaze
Rainbow haze
Toxic fumes
Begin to fill the room
Choking you
With their modern gloom
Plastic blaze
We all knew it would end with a crash
Now we're sat here sifting through the ash
Can we really salvage anything?
Can you feel anything?
