Stockholm from Boat Race by Broken Few

What’s going on? I see another blot on the horizon. Amongst the parked cars, amongst the living. A bullet with your name on, so what’s going on, so what’s the point, are we worth saving? We’re setting out. Amongst the screaming, amongst the crowd, mistakes were made, and no regrets; a barrier. A fine line, the fine print on a letter sent. Mistakes were made and no regrets for the plans laid, another barrier create. What’s the matter? You look like you remember. Don’t worry about the wolf criers, there are plenty more buildings and plenty more planes. Amongst the screaming, amongst the crowd, mistakes were made, and no regrets; a barrier. A fine line, the fine print on a letter sent. Mistakes were made and no regrets for the plans laid, another barrier create. By the grace of god project homogenized lifestyles from uneasy stations. By the grace of god we’ll build a watch tower, a shining city on a hill. Nothing preoccupies the soul when you’re united in celebrating our glorious dead.

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