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Tonight on Evelyn street, lessons in survival dissolve in the heat Below, poolside blue and boxcutter youth Cut them to ribbons in a telephone booth Hear how nightingales sing for those without hearing, for those without thought But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide Now, the sound of singing won't calm you it'll only make you sick The blocks to bleed across the sidewalk, to tumble and trip But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory collide The threat of deat just withstanding, the sound of these birds Where beauty won't end A blur deaf to the crosstalk, the clot of the feathers that stick to the sidewalk But to fight under the lights, where the risk of our lives Comes to a head in the story where blessings of glory, The end of the story Where blessings of glory collide Collide, collide Aus Songtexte Mania