in my rear view mirror the sun is going down
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sinking behind bridges in the road
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and i think of all the good things
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that we have left undone
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and i suffer premonitions
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confirm suspicions
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of the holocaust to come
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the wire that holds the cork
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that keeps the anger in
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gives way
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and suddenly it's day again
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the sun is in the east
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even though the day is done
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two suns in the sunset
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hmmmmmmmmm
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could be the human race is run
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like the moment when your brakes lock
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and you slide toward the big truck
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and stretch the frozen moments with your fear
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and you'll never hear their voices
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and you'll never see their faces
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you have no recourse to the law anymore
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and as the windshield melts
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my tears evaporate
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leaving only charcoal to defend
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finally i understand
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the feelings of the few
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ashes and diamonds
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foe and friend
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we were all equal in the end
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Two Suns In The Sunset
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| Pink Floyd |
