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you don't talk about the future
and you don't talk about the past
everything you say is going nowhere fast
the skeletons are rising quickly
and you can see them from the tracks
harmonicas made out of dirty concrete that just stare right back
you don't seem to get it
and you don't seem to have it either
how do I keep losing you to the ether?
way out beyond the city
the wind picks up a little tune
blowing over chimneys like red brick flutes
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