| Apart from the fire something gathered us there
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| Perhaps it was the silence then broken by the thousand
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| Burglar sirens, alarms that sound
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| They formed the chord that defines this city
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| It was like an unexpected festival in the summer night
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| The incandescent paper fell like astral rain
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| A letter still burning
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| I fell very close, then you
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| you, exactly you
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| you turned it off suddenly
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| you said something rude to me
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| and you disappeared again
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| I'm convicted of assault, I'm convicted of stealing
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| Conviction is a longing I can't pin down
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| It catches me, it consumes me, it clouds my reason
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| To me, who got remarkable in art and manipulation
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| That night the brightness blotted out the light of day and its terror
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| The boys got angry
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| The girls seemed to be in bloom
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| I heard the music play and I accepted the only invitation
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| you, exactly you
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| With your indolent ways
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| You wrote your name on my forehead
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| and you disappeared again
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| Skyscrapers burn, everything should burn
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| You like to miss but you don't know how to love
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| You insist on tying me up and then you start running
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| If the monster scares you, why are you feeding it?
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| The devil laments and says, but what is my function?
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| the one above is already so clumsy
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| That there is no way to make it worse!
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| And a Lexatin is pricked
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| With the tip of your fork
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| you, exactly you
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| In your chaos, so diligent
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| Evil is usually unconscious
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| And dress in doom
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| you, exactly you
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| With your intermittent love
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| From the past you jump to the present
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| And again, to disappear |