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I was hoping there might be a clue here
Don’t worry about it, it’s all right
Quarrelling, trading insults, but ever, at bottom, bosom pals
Nothing wrong with it
You stay cool and we’ll stay cool
They’re like an old married couple, enit?
I wanted to know how it felt to run
You’re not surprised to see me, are you?
How did it get so easy to be anonymous?
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
The thing is, you seem to fly above it all
He liked to photograph odd things
I don’t see how it could have been anyone else, do you?
I think you and I can work together
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
Now this is a test and can be ignored
It seemed to be simple, even simplistic
Well, people often don’t understand why they do things
Because it does make sense – only I don’t know how
A blast of wind blowing through space, icy clean
It was hot in the city, but I still wore my raincoat
No one expected me. Everything awaited me
There’s no way you’re going to get a quote from us
It would have been fine to scream
No hard feelings? What could ever be harder than feelings?
This moment might never come again
We don’t have any luck as far as love is concerned!
It is a town perceived as an aging beauty, wearing a fabulous fur coat that smells ridiculously of spilt martinis and tater tots
Time and again, people rushed by and ignored her
And he had forgotten what they were laughing at after a while
She cupped her palms over her eyes and waited
This was the farthest from home he had ever travelled
He opened his eyes in shock at the image, the sensual clearness of it
Reality was the ultimate bulldozer
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
Sweating in tunnels, waiting in the cold, living a free life
On nights like these we defy fear and conformity and dance in the flicker of hope
That’s why I tried to document the moment
He feels a great weight pressing down on his head
You go past the same scenery time after time, but you don’t see it
You are so frequently seen in the company of these fine persons
They did not begin to be human again until the sun went down
Here was the moment when he would simply disappear
The double entendre is noted
For how could I give you any aid in such a matter?
I remembered the first time a dentist gave me an injection
We were never warned about heartbreak
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
Looks could be deceiving, though

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