| Waltzing through the ghetto carried by the wind
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| Her legs zigzag in leather skin
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| Hanging from a bed in the restless sky
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| Dangling on the edge
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| Of a perfume cloud
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| At night the fireworks outside
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| Harmonize into a symphony
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| In the cosmic hall
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| Each applause of the thunder and the rain
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| Sounds like hands beating on an Indian drum
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| I was homeless
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| And I had to spend the night
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| In the forest where I heard your music play
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| On and on and on
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| Two souls hypnotized
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| You’ll forget your name
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| When loving someone in the dark
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| That never comes no matter how hard that you call
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| Was there once a son, or was he all a dream?
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| Dancing naked in abandoned district roads
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| Through occupied streets
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| Where the children go to grow
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| While the red streams flow
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| Through their ivory cheeks
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| The rhythms of the trains
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| They’ll synthesize into a melody
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| While soft brown eyes gaze into the palette
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| Of the programmed light
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| Dripping from the slogans written on the stars
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| Let me in
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| And I’ll let you in
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| Though the corridors
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| Leading to a heart
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| Weighed on a balance
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| Against the feathers of Truth
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| Which side will fall?
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| And what will remain unchanged? |