Down the street half a block away
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In a familiar place regular people
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Agree with each other in smoke signals
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(Down the street half a block and
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In a familiar place regular people
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Agree with each other)
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{Each in turn}
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
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The law is aging (oh yes it is)
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Sitting across, telling stories
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Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice (So sit across the table, feed me some lies)
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So on the shelves lined with spines
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The dust collects as scattered ash
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From an urn unturned
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Spilling over someone regular
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And other such regulars
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Cry ghost and boast
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Of the friend of a friend
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Who saw a strange sight
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Or heard a strange sound
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Now whispers tall tales of murder
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Down the street half a block away
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In a familiar place regular people
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Agree with each other in smoke signals
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Brought together to burn, brought together to burn
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{Each in turn}
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
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Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing
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Somebody's little girl
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Dreams of the things she's read
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Somebody's somebody's little girl
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Dreams of the things she's read
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Or the monsters in her bed
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Who hacked her to blood-meat
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Somebody's little girl
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Dreams of the things she's read
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Or the monsters in her bed
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Who hacked her to blood-meat
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The Dissentience
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| Protest The Hero |
