and our eyes filled with tears. dreams and the 'outside. stored. with those of all. between hope and illusion. and our weekdays. the rain the sun the news. london at night as your fingerprints glow in the dark. 've been waiting for the moment the courage or maybe just the desire. to escape. and the night buses in the background. Like music crucified on the highway. that we still have emotions and money and dreams. at least until stocks last.
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