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When you're out on the street, he's a face in the crowd He's a voice in the back, and he's never very loud In a tribal mask, or a business suit He'll stab your back and steal your loot Chorus:...

The end of the daydream The end of the side The end of relations The end of my mind The end of the shoreline The end of the heat The end of the cold The end of an era My conscience calls me to the...