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High white ways, shattered by rain |
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Pale dead wall, nerves pushed in a pain |
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Red light face, mirrors of the dead |
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People in the archways, eyes full of lead |
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Always closing down myself |
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Lower sights and never see |
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Worlds of noise and worlds of light |
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Expecting not to be |
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High white ways, shattered by rain |
|
Pale dead wall, nerves pushed in a pain |
|
Red light face, mirrors of the dead |
|
People in the archways, eyes full of lead |
|
Always closing down myself |
|
Lower sights and never see |
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Worlds of noise and worlds of light |
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Expecting not to be |
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Not close enough for you |
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To hear a breath or steal a sigh |
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But just close enough for me |
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To take a step and pass you by |
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Always closing down myself |
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Lower sights and never see |
|
Worlds of noise and worlds of light |
|
Expecting not to be |
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Not close enough for you |
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To hear a breath or steal a sigh |
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But just close enough for me |
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To take a step and pass you by |
