don't the lights look empty when the streets are bare almost as empty as the look you give me when I'm the only one and it's a long one so it brings you down so say you have nowhere else to go and nothing to do so you hang around you hang around but you wait around until you've received that fatal wound columns of sunlight and glorious cities oceans of opportunity and all your decisions seem ancient but you wait around until you've received that fatal wound
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