The busy streets
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And the even busier
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Patrons and vehicles
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Argue my elusive steps
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Through the blur of urgency.
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Here, I'm always on my toes.
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Until a abrupt blond door
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Stowing a porcelain blond girl
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Knock me right onto my back.
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And for a moment we're alone.
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And we both know that we're trapped.
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If morning never brings
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Salvation for either one of us,
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Leave me and save yourself,
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I'll only slow you down.
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Breathe in slowly,
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Are you listening?
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On this muted block
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Everything is paused.
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Your glow, blinding, breaches my pupils.
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I taste your skin.
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I see our kids.
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I manage to siphon
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Some breath out from my gut.
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Tell you to take my hand and run.
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I'll be waiting for you to come home.
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Extra! Extra!
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Read all about it!
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A corporate's head been murdered!
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His secretary found him.
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Scandal! Slander!
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Catch all the gossip!
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From what I hear
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The cheif executive deserved it.
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Let's leave tonight at dusk
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When the lights shine bright.
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Miles of cracked, crooked paths
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Lit by buzzing filament
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And neon glass.
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If morning never brings salvation,
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Leave me and save yourself.
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I'll always love you.
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For A Dreamer, Night's The Only Time Of Day
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Forgive Durden |