| The violinist puts his violin away
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| Forbidden city broken into tonight
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| I use my blindfold to dry my tears
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| The stage is empty and tired of light
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| But when I do the fan dance
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| I’m all the red in China
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| I’m dialing life up on my telescope
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| Fringe and mathematics
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| Shaking down the curtain
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| To find the dragon parade
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| When I do the fan dance
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| Searchlights answer gunfire
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| Angels escort falling mercies
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| Hearts shut off like streetlights
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| But even in the blackout
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| I’ll find my balcony rose
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| The violinist puts his violin away
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| Forbidden city broken into tonight
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| I use my blindfold to dry the tears
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| The stage is empty and tired of light
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| When I do the fan dance
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| I’m firecracker lightning
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| I burn with no trace up in the cold sky
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| I am broken open, waiting for inventions
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| Of light that see through to love
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| When I do the fan dance
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| I’m all the red in China
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| You write your questions on my skin
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| I’ll be in your dark streets
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| To keep the lantern burning
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| Until your new world begins |