As he walks along the gorge's edge,
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He meets a sense of yesteryear.
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A window in the bank above his head
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Reveals his home amidst the streets.
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Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
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The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
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As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
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Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
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-My home.
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Is this the way out from this endless scene?
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Or just an entrance to another dream?
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And the light dies down on Broadway.
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But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
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He hears a scream fro far below.
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Within the raging water, writhes the form
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Of brother John, he cries for help.
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The gate is fading now, but open wide,
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But John is drowning, I must decide
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Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
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Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
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Hey John!
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He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
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Back to the void where it came from.
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And the light dies down on Broadway.
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The Light Dies Down On Broadway
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| Genesis |
