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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Do you remember what it was like to feel free?
Before the Party stole your history
A love so dangerous, a whispered vow
To live for a moment, right here, right now
This is our crime, our glorious sin
To let our humanity, from the outside, in
They'll take our names and leave us with a number
But our memories will never slumber

[Chorus]
I prefer a positive to a negative.
In this game that we're playing, we can't win.
Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that's all.
We are the dead.
We're not dead yet.

[Bridge]
Which would you sooner sleep with, me or a skeleton?
Don’t you enjoy being alive?
Don’t you like feeling:
This is me, this is my hand,
this is my leg, I’m real, I’m solid, I’m alive!
Don’t you like this?

[Verse 2]
In the dust and the glass, a broken memory
A world before this, a whispered history
A glass paperweight, a tiny fragile world
A hidden room where our secrets are unfurled
The scent of gin and victory, a world away
But for a moment, we can steal a day
Where a scarlet sash and a whispered truth
Ignite a spark in a joyless youth

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Broken Memory

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