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Your piled clothes were left in the basement. |
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You're holding breath - I can't see where your face went. |
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These cities grew up like vines on a tree- |
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With water, and lights, and history. |
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Lost both hands in a turret-gun fight, |
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Saw the ghosts for years every night. |
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(These days, you must be careful- |
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This one time I looked up |
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And saw glass raining down |
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From a fire that broke the windows out. |
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Another time, it was fire being born out of glass.) |
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And at the same speed, you nearly lost yourself. |
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And at the same peak, you really lost yourself. |
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Our bad vibes drowned in a washdown. |
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Our anger left us deaf and begging at a doorstep. |
