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Everyone turns |
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to face my way |
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stops what they do with such scared looks on face |
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in silence they all look at me |
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the sky starts to crack |
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the boy on aluminum bicycle stops dead in his tracks |
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with such a sad look on his carousel face |
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his eyes meet with mine but they're hollow-white inside |
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i let out a horrible scream and i say |
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well i guess this is it |
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yet today is the day |
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they're the black |
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they're the poor |
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fadawhite |
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and i look down to say |
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my legs are on one knee |
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as lives turn and fade |
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from the streets that we make |
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i continue to run to the girl to the place |
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that i know is still here |
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that i know is still fake |
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she's up on the hill on the cliff where we live |
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leaps up over the edge with both her arms outstretched |
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she now climbs for the edge as the world comes to ends |
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but her body just shatters like glass |
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her porcelain face in my hands |
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alone in the dark i collapse |
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under silent skies |
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(we fade away) |
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under silent skies |
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(kiss me goodbye) |
