in the basement once again, its to the depths, i hope i find a rope
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looking up the basement window, watching all the shadows, and the snow
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hoping that this windy city keeps debris from blanketing my show
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the stations there upon the chair, i watch his boxes turn from grey to green
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the sound of sirens disappears as i turn down the sound on my t.v.
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if you got a question please direct it to the number on your screen
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hell comes to receive me now
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signals retrieve me now
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onto the screen right now
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help me to see
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in the car the engine starts to charge imparts a feeling onto me
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in my mind i think its time to let this thing unfold or let it be
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hoping that this memory is more about the future i can see
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hell comes to receive me now
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signals retrieve me now
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onto the screen right now
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help me to see
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Windy City
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| Phish |
