[Music:Sasrof, Set; Lyrics:MC900]
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Stealing down an alley in the cold dark night
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I see a nalo in the rain round street light
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I stop and look and listen to the sound
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As the raindrops penetrates the silence all around
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Alone I gaze into the glistening street
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A distant thuder echoing my heart beat
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Urging me on to a secret goal
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Away from this lights
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From this lamp on a pole
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So I turn to sleep away into the rain
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Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
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clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
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An old boxe of matches and a gasoline can
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Darkness envelops the scene like a shroud
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A veil of emptiness hang from the clouds
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Filling up the cracks in the desolate place
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Cradled by the night in an icy embrace
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Moving through the town like a ghost in the rain
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A dim reflection in a dark windowpane
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blackness bockons from every side
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Creeping all around all round like an incoming tide
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A broken window in an empty house
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I slip inside and begin to douse
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The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
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And push back the night, taking me higher
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on out of the darkness in a deathly roar
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The match in my hand is the key to the door
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A single turn of the wrist will suffice
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to open up a passage to paradise
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I pause I think about the past and the gloom
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The smell of gasolijne permeats the room
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Every one has a little secrets he keeps
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I like the fires while the city sleeps
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The match makes a graceful are to the floor
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And tymes stands still when I turn for the door
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whic explodes in a fire ball and throws me to the street
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I hit the ground with the flames at my feet
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Reaching for the night which recoils in the fire
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the rain drops hiss like a devilish choir
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Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
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Calling all the names of the sleepers all-around
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But then in the arms of the night they lay
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therir dreams sprout wings and fly away
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Out of their houses in a gathering flock
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Swarming over head as hurry down the block
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I make my escape with the greatest of ease
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And safe in the darkness drop to my knees
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at a lightless the window my hand on the latch
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I reach down my pocket
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and pull out a match...
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While The City Sleeps
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