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The New Pornographers Challengers

When John, he saw the numbers he lied Made up the whole thing, he failed when he tried To cash in on his cautious new fame Always the numbers but never

things that go to make heaven and earth are here All of the things that go to make heaven and earth Put your new weight in gold and see what it's worth

Cruising the magnetic strip, I seized the ship I wanted it to be me that was with you Site unseen shot through with meaning I ran to the door, looked

new empires in rags The new empire in rags The truth in one free afternoon A new empire in rags The truth in one free afternoon A new empire in rags

I took a plane, I took a train (Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city) I said to Carl, look up for one (See just how the sun sets in the sky)

In every story, every secret told You are not the first to wake up To learn your lines before you have the part You woke up early and you walk up torn

in plains That was the custom Come dawn On the walls of the day In the shade of the sun We wrote down Another vision of us We were the challengers of

Balancing on One wounded wing Circling the edge Of the neverending The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door More than begin

in plains That was the custom Come dawn On the walls of the day In the shade of the sun We wrote down Another vision of us We were the challengers of