| Long slender shadows, pulsating in windows
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| While feathery curtain hide fountains of eyes from the light
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| A different disease in another translation
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| Though you don’t understand the familiar sensation
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| But who needs to talk
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| When you’re caught in the flavor of night?
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| And you, yeah, you with your ice cream hands
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| You, yeah, you are my friend
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| All that you want could be happening for you
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| Just like the road that unrolls there before you, tonight
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| Eyes you don’t trust but the fingers have beckoned
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| How long you got left? |
| Well, how long do you reckon?
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| But who goes to waste
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| When they’re tasting the flavor of night?
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| And you, yeah, you with your ice cream hands
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| You, yeah, you are my friend |