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In a razor town
You take whoever you think you can keep around.
There's an echoed sound
That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round.
It's a big machine.
It used to be the avenue of changing dreams.
She's a lonely thing,
Sweeping up the glitter while she pulls the strings.
Take a long last look
Before she turns to stone
What the last man took
And what was long, long gone.
The way it used to be,
I wasn't there to see it working properly.
Now it seems to me
Both of you are suffering.
I've heard her say
That you're the only reason she's alive today.
I just turned away
Thinking maybe she was right.
So say your last goodbye.
Make it short and sweet
There ain't no way to fly
With her hanging on your feet.
Let her go out if she wants to.
If she don't, go out yourself.
Don't take sorry for an answer
Unless you really want what's left.
'Cause in a razor town
The only thing that matters tends to bring you down.
There's no way around,
But maybe you can barrel through
'Cause a razor ain't no good for you.
You take whoever you think you can keep around.
There's an echoed sound
That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round.
It's a big machine.
It used to be the avenue of changing dreams.
She's a lonely thing,
Sweeping up the glitter while she pulls the strings.
Take a long last look
Before she turns to stone
What the last man took
And what was long, long gone.
The way it used to be,
I wasn't there to see it working properly.
Now it seems to me
Both of you are suffering.
I've heard her say
That you're the only reason she's alive today.
I just turned away
Thinking maybe she was right.
So say your last goodbye.
Make it short and sweet
There ain't no way to fly
With her hanging on your feet.
Let her go out if she wants to.
If she don't, go out yourself.
Don't take sorry for an answer
Unless you really want what's left.
'Cause in a razor town
The only thing that matters tends to bring you down.
There's no way around,
But maybe you can barrel through
'Cause a razor ain't no good for you.
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I think it's another song about cutting. Another stupid song about cutting. Some people seem to like habits...same routine with same results. Hey, is the pain gone forever? How many bands will make a person content. Three? Four? How about a personalized one complete with monogram. Let's make it stylish. Let's create a fad. You need physical pain to alievate some emotional pain, try the snapping the rubber band tactic. I'm sure there are many less dangerous ways to deal with pain. It's sad when we have someone who would be there to hopefully get the person to smile (even if just a little), but that's just not good enough...
not even close, sorry