Here in this town People have parties They fill up rooms With nothing but bodies Maybe the occasional lamp that is left on
For there is no excess Allowed in these corners They mill about just like funeral mourners Waiting for someone to tell them Tell them to go
And in the dark, there's no one waiting For a spark, anticipating
This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself
People take pictures of people who bought it Places they've been to and lives that they've started [...] and half finished, left to decay So some may have tasted their bitter defeat They curse and they scorn [...] Promise themselves they'll leave someday
And in the dark, there's no one waiting For a spark, anticipating
This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself
You hear it every year We've gotta get out of here You hear it every year We've gotta get out of here
People play dumb in parts they are handed Standing as still as the scenery stranded Spitting out words they do not mean I don't understand I don't even care [...] Always rehearsing the same Same awful scene
And in the dark, there's someone waiting On their mark, anticipating And in the dark, there's someone waiting On their mark, anticipating
This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself This act is an act in itself
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