| In the kitchen, in a chair
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| Above the vent where the heat is The man sits beside her
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| She’s baking their daily bread
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| And living through each step with direction
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| He watches her with admiration
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| Unable to make sense of her magic
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| The magician sets the oven at 350 degrees
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| And lets her work do the trick
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| He grinds the beans for their coffee
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| And they move to a different space
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| Where they wait
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| Gone to a different room
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| In the
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| Riding there, riding there
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| I’m trying…
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| Waiting there, waiting there
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| It’s been so long, it’s been so long
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| The man lies down beside her
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| She strikes a flame to kill the absolute darkness
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| «calm and disjointed», she says
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| «exactly the way it should be»
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| And then it all comes down around him
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| Sleep is hard and the flames keep burning
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| Until the clock went blank
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| … on both sides
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| Smoke gets so much thicker
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| So much thicker that it goes unseen
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| At the station
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| Waiting there
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| For the front door
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| Waiting there
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| Running there
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| I’m station, I’m station
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| I’m station, I’m station |