Smoke from a cigarette stings my eyes Shadows are jumping There's a candle behind me It rains in the street A thousand obscenities (obscene everydayness) I don't like this kind of shiver
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
Like a bird in a bamboo cage Taking off with nowhere to fly I scream and tear at faces In your sleep
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
Twisting my hair around a finger Staring through the spider's web across my door The people next door are feeding back I can't listen anymore
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
A diary lies open Revealing secrets to the ceiling A spider is reading Loses interest and spins, spins, spins...
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