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There's a place so dark you can't see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot
And dust a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again
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Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again

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