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Walking down an alley |
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Deep in blue neon |
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A dead end for today |
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Under skyways worn |
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Concrete from far below |
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Rising up above |
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Surrounded by shadows |
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Garden without |
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GodsAll are strangers alike |
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All riding the blind |
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The purple of blind, the purple of their eyes |
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In reverie unwind |
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Circling sub-city |
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A rainbow appears |
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To calm down the fury |
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To calm all the fears |
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This random occurance |
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Is only a sign |
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Of the incoherence |
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In the clockwork mind |
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A symphony of our time |
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Recalling the past |
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People in a decline |
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Denying the vibrations we're made of |
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Somber drama rolling down hill |
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Panorama, all is so still |
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Anyway, anyhow |
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Anyhow, anyway |
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End of all reason |
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Is what I go through |
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Yes, it is what |
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I go through |
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Slip-sliding nation |
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Is what they must do |
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Yes, it is what they must do |
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Over the greying landscape |
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Under a deadened sky |
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Sitting on a mountain |
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I will stand aside |
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As I am a witness |
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I turn a blind eye |
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I am feeling helpless |
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But it passes by |
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Is this a modern legend? |
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Maybe a fairy tale |
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Just a future requiem |
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Cutting along the fiction that we're made of |
