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Darkened rolling figures move 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 light up the jeweled trav'ler |
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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 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 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 it's infractions, |
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While saddened eyes hope there will be a next one. |
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Sahara signs look down upon 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 are moving even faster |
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Toward bringing down someone who's found |