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Last night, late, I was watching it snow |
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It always goes sideways in the city |
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It comes right out from the streetlights, you know.., |
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Pumped out by an engine deep inside the earth's core |
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It goes sideways in the city |
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Cover the shapes and erase the date |
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This could be any evening in any place |
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The blizzard blows from left to right |
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Which is funny cause the piano's playing "Summertime", from 1935 |
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So sounds the alarm of Ragtime |
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It's Ragtime keeping time |
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Brave to the waves of its residue |
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Its laughter from a marbled room |
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The white-crowned sounds of possible |
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The sound that lures me |
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It says, "Don't you hurry |
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Don't you worry, kid, we'll be seeing you |
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We'll see you when you're ready." |
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Its gravity is soothing |
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It winds me in a sleek cocoon |
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I'll reveal myself when I'm ready |
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I'll reveal myself invincible soon |
