| I heard the sound of the church at six
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| I fell among the cooling bricks
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| All the tall trees were still lining the avenue
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| Hanging there like old friends do, bystanding quietly
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| Had the game lost its spark?
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| Evening star, right on cue
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| Still in a solid state
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| Still in a solid state for so long
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| Night train passing over
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| And the sound kept on ringing 'round
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| I went the long way, I would be vindicated
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| I kept my head down, two eyes on the paving
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| Caught in a necktie, a lifestyle in single file
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| A river of brake lights to opposite lifts
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| And opposite lofts
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| Still in a solid state
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| Still in a solid state for so long
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| Night train passing over
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| And the sound kept on ringing round
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| World A.D.
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| You walk past the wall you first kissed her against
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| How could you forget?
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| While the sirens howled and the wind caressed
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| Under jacaranda, beneath the burnt-out moon
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| Or was it over there?
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| Did it ever matter in the first place?
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| Does she still think about it now and then?
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| In her air conditioned home
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| On her air conditioned street
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| In an air conditioned city |