Electric President - Hum
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footsteps echo through hallways
beneath the neon lighting, everyone looks sick
we sit on a rusty staircase
you write your name with lipstick on the rail near the wall
what do you think about me now, that I've fallen down?

watching the crowds on the sidewalks
a steady hum of nothing is all that fills the air
and we sit on a nearby rooftop
it overflows with pigeons, and we idly scare them off
but what do you think about me now, that I've fallen down?