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so slowly, inch by inch, recede
when the basement lights flip on the scene
and the TV fuzz can drown us out
but the lights flip on and we're all about
and the jacket I ditched is gone for storms
my friend, the philosopher, think it's warm
from the streets to the beach where I lied down
in those days in the summer
go go go this I am on a roll business I lived that week
if you never ever go then forever you will slowly drain opportunity
and I couldn't find a hairbrush so I used my hand
just like in the movies when the curtain rolls back
and the bonfire trails on the center of the stairs
and I looked back
the back row's attention comes and goes
it doesn't matter 'cause the music is not the show
the couple in the front with spikes and eyeliner
share a moment and I'm the onlooker
and the jacket I ditched is gone for storms
my friend, the philosopher, think it's warm
from the streets to the beach where I lied down
in those days in the summer
few sounds shut out the night
they shut it out as the airwaves spread left
as the airwaves spread to the concrete heights
they go slowly
this four o'clock night it clips the rays
it clips the rays of the sun as they spread so tightly
and every time I listen it goes...
go go go this I am on a roll business I lived that week
if you never ever go then forever you will slowly drain opportunity
and I couldn't find a hammer so I used my hand
just like in the movies when the curtain rolls back
and the bonfire trails on the center of the stairs
and I looked back