| «He can’t get away with by the time
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| He gets in front of the jury he’ll be a good boy;» |
| said man one
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| At a little before 5'oclock he when through the basement
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| «Yes or no!» |
| demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat
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| «Is there more than what she gave you?»
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| Questioned man three as a growing flicker
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| Waved across his eyes. |
| «No!»
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| The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate
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| This happens to now everyone in the room
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| You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life
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| Standstill panic stricken
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| Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you
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| Transfixed by committed you say «I ain’t no guillotine»
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| The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice
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| «what he wants is in the house» the words hung there for a moment
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| Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his cigarette
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| And said something nobody could understand
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| Nobody could understand, nobody could understand
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| One moment of irritation you call back «why me?»
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| The vantage point above the street
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| Can be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyessy
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| A track of thunder. |
| Tower lust of decomposed intesity
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| I am I am I am I am… |