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Where do they go after they have flown away?
Into the sky but where after that?
No one ever knows where.
Where do they go after they walk away?
Where do we go after we die?
Look sideways to a lock on the front door.
Lost in a blue background surrounded by a ghost.
If the whirl flys then everything goes by its words.
You look back you go down. Drowning under the water.
Grab my wrist pull you back up but you slip from my wrist.
Drown in the emotion go down to the bottom.
But after that where do you go?
How will we know?
Into the sky but where after that?
No one ever knows where.
Where do they go after they walk away?
Where do we go after we die?
Look sideways to a lock on the front door.
Lost in a blue background surrounded by a ghost.
If the whirl flys then everything goes by its words.
You look back you go down. Drowning under the water.
Grab my wrist pull you back up but you slip from my wrist.
Drown in the emotion go down to the bottom.
But after that where do you go?
How will we know?
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You make me sad.
Yeah I know but what are they telling a story of?
you dod know that reason Mars Volta have quite alot of their lyrics is because most of their songs (All on hte first album) are telling a story right?
They don't just do it to sound intelligent.
They don't just do it to sound intelligent.
Yeah I have both The Mars Volta albums now and I was sort of trying The Mars Volta here.
It seemed a bit Emo'y crossed with a failed attempt at copying some Mars Volta style lyrics. Though poetry isn't my thing so i'm sure it's actually very good.
Thank you very much.
Not bad Bob (for you).
Where do they go after they have flown away?
Into the sky but where after that?
No one ever knows where.
Where do they go after they walk away?
Where do we go after we die?
Look sideways to a lock on the front door.
Lost in a blue background surrounded by a ghost.
If the whirl flys then everything goes by its words.
You look back you go down. Drowning under the water.
Grab my wrist pull you back up but you slip from my wrist.
Drown in the emotion go down to the bottom.
But after that where do you go?
How will we know?
Into the sky but where after that?
No one ever knows where.
Where do they go after they walk away?
Where do we go after we die?
Look sideways to a lock on the front door.
Lost in a blue background surrounded by a ghost.
If the whirl flys then everything goes by its words.
You look back you go down. Drowning under the water.
Grab my wrist pull you back up but you slip from my wrist.
Drown in the emotion go down to the bottom.
But after that where do you go?
How will we know?
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