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We've been planning our obsolescence Would you dance on our defeat when we plan our death in a week? We've been planning with every word we're confessing Will you meet me in the streets when these songs are obsolete? By the time you read this we'll be. We'll be gone. Someone keep my blood pumping longer than this van in running Someone keep my legs kicking longer than this disc is spinning You'll learn to love this much more than your legs If your curiosity ain't quenched after this town You'll be searching the whole damn world for a new fucking cure Will I meet you in the streets on the night of our defeat? Will I meet you in the streets when these songs are obsolete? I hope that sweet heart is pumping longer than this van in running I hope our legs will be kicking longer than this disc is spinning I hope those lungs will be breathing longer than us fools are screaming I hope those lips will keep singing louder than this noise we're bringing I'll meet you there. In our adult matured despair I'll meet you halfway there In our delusions, dreams, and fears I'll meet you halfway there SongtexteWe are buried in our years We've been planning our obsolescence Would you dance on our defeat when we plan our death in a week? We've been planning with every word we're confessing Will you meet me in the streets when these songs are obsolete? Aus Songtexte Mania