| Noises! |
| noises run through the night, fliqering light, warnings.
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| Small feet, on a narrow street,
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| fully aware of it’s destination stumbles,
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| A ripical rumble, petrane endless movements, AND…
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| Look at the colors of the backround.
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| Some bigger and brighter than others,
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| Some move faster, more dangerously throught the night and repeat,
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| As if they were destend to do nothing else but,
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| yet so impatiently they do their sillier
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| routine, while hands of grasively wave goodbyes.
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| STOP! |
| And look at the lights, run through the night.
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| As i am thowing bricks of curses into the nights, i realise…
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| There’s nothing else but Me
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| This… overstimulated, hyper-activated, starving for attention.
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| This… trying to tell you, rub you,
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| feeled you, pushed you warned you, informed you.
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| You need me, and I you.
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| How else am i supposed to communicate? |
| «NO! |
| I’ll wait.»
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| Me?! |
| I’m just waiting, sitting, still trying to fight.
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| Whatever i was supposed to resist, i wrote it down several times,
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| But every time my eyes seemed so mistified
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| And i could not recognise the words i putted down
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| Cause i still have no idea why i’m sitting here waiting!
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| For the green light, to go?! |
| NO! |
| wait
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| I think waiting is one of the
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| biggest events i’ll regret that i intented
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| Waiting, waiting, waiting
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| As everything else runs through the
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| night, the lights, the colors, the noises,
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| Defeat, repeat, transforming,
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| becoming, moving, leaving, never waiting!
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| As i keep i’m throwing bricks of cursed tears into the night.
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| I realise i’m doing nothing else but waiting. |