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Take a walk in the dark
Snow will fall in Central Park
It’s getting late, it’s getting late
Hard of hearing, out of sight
Oh hard hearted appetite
Now where to go, where to go
Sometimes it’s hard to know
Whom you are waiting for
When eaters and feeders look the same
Called upon your only friend
Does no one answer their phones these days?
Now what to do, what to do
Scraping off your face in the mirror
Guess you’ll fall asleep right here
On the floor, on the floor
All debts are piling up
Time is an empty cup
The past and the future look the same
Someday we’ll find you there
Magnolias in your hair
And all along I knew
You would be leaving soon
Someday they’ll find you there
Magnolias in your hair
And all along I knew
You would be leaving soon
Can’t out run the shadows...

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