| Darkened rolling figures move
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| Through prisms of no color
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| Hand-in-hand, they walk the night
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| But never know each other
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| Passioned pastel neon lights
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| Light up the jeweled traveler
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| Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams
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| Find questions, but no answers
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| Startled eyes that sometimes see
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| Phantasmagoric splendor
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| Pirouette down palsied paths
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| With pennies for the vendor
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| Salvation’s yours for just the time
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| It takes to pay the dancer
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| And once again such anxious men
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| Find questions, but no answers
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| The night has gone and taken its infractions
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| While reddened eyes hope there will be a next one
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| Sahara signs look down upon
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| A world that glitters glibly
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| And mountain sides put arms around
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| The unsuspecting city
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| Second hands that minds have slowed
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| Are moving even faster
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| Toward bringing down someone who’s found
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| The questions but no answers |