every second sticks in air so thick
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I'm on the stairs and I'm moving slow
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feel the pressure rise under western skies
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until it's go nowhere else to go
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there's nothing left to do tonight
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everybody's either gone out or asleep
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I hear an old song drift through my window
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from a car parked out on the street
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waiting for the lights to change
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someone's leaning out a second story window
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taking one last good look around
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someone's struggling with the words
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thinking of the best way to write it all down
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in the house next door all the lights are off
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no silhouettes behind the screens
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over hardwood floors
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in through the open doors
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i'm trying not to sleep
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waiting for the light to change
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Heatwave
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| Greg MacPherson |
