(Michael Nesmith)
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Darkened rolling figures move thru' prisms of no color.
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Hand in hand, they walk the night,
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But never know each other.
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Passioned pastel neon lights light up the jeweled trav'ler
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Who, lost in scenes of smoke filled dreams,
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Find questions, but no answers.
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Startled eyes that sometimes see phantasmagoric splendor
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Pirouette down palsied paths
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With pennies for the vendor.
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Salvation's yours for just the time it takes to pay the dancer.
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And once again such anxious men
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Find questions, but no answers.
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The night has gone and taken it's infractions,
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While saddened eyes hope there will be a next one.
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Sahara signs look down upon a world that glitters glibly.
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And mountain sides put arms around
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The unsuspecting city.
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Second hands that minds have slowed are moving even faster
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Toward bringing down someone who's found
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Daily Nightly
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The Monkees |