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start_ms: 169360\n  end_ms: 171330\n- text: The Kerosene's run out\n  start_ms: 171330\n  end_ms: 173340\n- text: The fracturing of all we replied upon\n  start_ms: 173340\n  end_ms: 177340\n- text: Let's shed this unclean skin\n  start_ms: 177340\n  end_ms: 179420\n- text: And start to feel again\n  start_ms: 179420\n  end_ms: 181470\n- text: With no more shoulders\n  start_ms: 181470\n  end_ms: 184380\n- text: Shoulders to cry on now\n  start_ms: 184380\n  end_ms: 186600\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 186600\n  end_ms: 190540\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 190540\n  end_ms: 194500\n- text: No more, no more\n  start_ms: 194500\n  end_ms: 197370\n- text: The weight that we once had is gone\n  start_ms: 197370\n  end_ms: 203990\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 203990\nplain: |-\n  On that day they'll tell you\n  That life hummed on with no clue\n  The warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down\n  So it goes\n  The kings all failed to tell us\n  The madmen failed to sell us\n  On what would then become the only life we know?\n\n  Were they burning signal fires\n  To guide us to the fields?\n  Or building funeral pyres?\n  The outcome of a final appeal\n\n  The city lines are down\n  The Kerosene's run out\n  The fracturing of all we relied upon\n  Let's shed this unclean skin\n  And start to feel again\n\n  'Cause all the shoulders\n  On which to cry are gone\n  The paranoaia gripped us\n  The rain turned engines to rust\n\n  The panic set in like a cancer to our hearts\n  Spreading through\n  We bet on finite genius\n  Or prayed for gods to save us\n  But there was no antidote\n  Disease tore us apart\n  We left bodies in the fields\n  So numb that we forgot how to feel\n\n  The city lines are down\n  The Kerosene's run out\n  The fracturing of all we relied upon\n  Let's shed this unclean skin\n  And start to feel again\n  'Cause all the shoulders\n  On which to cry are gone\n\n  He looked at the fields\n  And then his hands\n  \"All I need is what I have\"\n  Then fell a tear of happiness\n\n  She watched the world\n  Crumble away\n  \"Is this the end of yesterday?\"\n  \"Lord, I hope so\", is all he said\n\n  Oh, Gone are the old guards\n  Gone are the cold, cold wars\n\n  Weightless we go forth\n  On wings of amnesty\n  (All we rely on now)\n\n  The city lines are down\n  The Kerosene's run out\n  The fracturing of all we replied upon\n  Let's shed this unclean skin\n  And start to feel again\n  With no more shoulders\n  Shoulders to cry on now\n\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n  No more, no more\n  The weight that we once had is gone\n"}]