The Darkness - "Street Spirit （Fade Out）"
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Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things will one day take control
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Fade out again, fade out again
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Cracked eggs, dead birds, scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into fruition
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
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Fade out again, fade out again

Fade out again, fade out again