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We understand our situations while they're concrete What if they melted into liquid in this blistering heat We understand our set locations as they're conceived What if they dispersed in the ether when we couldn't see In the entropy Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork superposition is lost Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork we move our way through the dark We deciduously be Seasonally feed cycles kept in routines Atrophy get's my feet drawn short can't breathe Tides coming in at speed high peaks knees deep I know I'm hung up on my tether Sonically stressed need to fester less Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork superposition is lost Yellow London Stock Through the brickwork we move our way through the dark You could be my painter We could be creators We could build our outside Cancel out the dark sides You could be my painter We could be creators They don't have to answer They don't have the answers