see how the city walks
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out of step but synchronised
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synchronised and out of time
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limbs outstretched and we imagine that we could look like stars upon
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the bathroom tiles and pavement cracks
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out against the night
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the ground we tread has turned to tracks
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a cycle of seasons with no turning back
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aura winds are blowing cold in the bright lights of this city
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we are all passers by
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treading harder - i wish you'd say out aloud
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treading water - i wish you'd sink out of sight
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i wish you'd sink
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Blinding Lightshows & Bad Clothes Dress Codes
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| Hondo Maclean |
