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As he walks along the gorge's edge, |
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He meets a sense of yesteryear. |
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A window in the bank above his head |
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Reveals his home amidst the streets. |
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Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint |
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The smell of acid on his gun of paint. |
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As it carves out anger in a blood-red band, |
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Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; |
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My home. |
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Is this the way out from this endless scene? |
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Or just an entrance to another dream? |
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And the light dies down on Broadway. |
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But as the skylight beckons him to leave, |
| [01:41.39] |
He hears a scream fro far below. |
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Within the raging water, writhes the form |
| [01:54.01] |
Of brother John, he cries for help. |
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The gate is fading now, but open wide, |
| [02:05.41] |
But John is drowning, I must decide |
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Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, |
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Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; |
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Hey John! |
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He makes for the river and the gate is gone, |
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Back to the void where it came from. |
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And the light dies down on Broadway. |
