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Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs in a country sleeping warmly in the night. We believe Exxon, we play along the water getting blacker as we fight Geneva's gone, like a faded song an extra-legal table-turning dream where one record speaks and another dies, writing memos that are never as they seem. We will hear again in the years ahead you've no memory of these many crimes but these microphones tell of missing bones and cameras captured weapons in your mind Geneva's gone, like a foreign song Just how many held you cannot say And when organs fail, it's a small detail Your pious eyes are showing no dismay. We will hear again in the years ahead you've no memory of these many crimes but these microphones tell of missing bones and cameras captured weapons in your mind From Letras Mania