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Where does your road rage go when there are no streets?
Your sunday best is my worst case scenario
Clutter the floor with love, come on, cover it
Let there be no space for this hatred to crash

So, everything outside these four walls
Is just as unpredictable as what we got
But still, most of the time you're the one carrying the guns
And we are not

And time flies when you're a regular person
Doing nothing in particular
Except a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
And then a step to the right
Let's do the time warp again
Turn on the lights where it hurts
It hurts everywhere

And i lean against the door like a tired church steeple
Swallowing the sparrow, one of many
That had flown from my tongue that spring
Out onto 7th avenue, singing
And maybe we just woke up from a strange dream
With our foremothers saying
Our love is bursting at the seams
Who are we to keep it in?

Turn on the lights where it hurts
And it hurts everywhere
And we march steadily, steadily, down main street

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