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I keep hearing a vicious rumor From the backrooms, to the aisles, to the avenues That you lost your sense of humor And the first place you look is the soles of your shoes And I watch these ice fields melt into the sea Warming you're oceans to centuries Will your saline waters bring you back to me? All the weight is bringing me to my knees Chemical switches thrown in the dark All it takes is a spark to begin And can you tell which is a one with a mark? Bleeds through the clothes to the skin Too long I keep searching the aisles and avenues But it seems I'm doing it wrong For I've seen neither hide nor hair of you And it's a short short walk from pebbles to bricks From stones back to sticks We're lowering the boiling point And as time goes back it's harder to fix It's a volatile mix, like hydrogen and oxygen Chemical switches thrown in the dark All it takes is a spark to begin From Letras Mania