The city has no more room tonight
One of us must go
Or maybe they will all step up
and step aside for nothing anymore
Crossed t's and dotted i's lacking neon galore
The sound it makes that quite night
Over a loud door
It leads to the place
Where the world gets replaced
By a world of pine wood
And the sound of glass already formed
Around the air and filled with the fuel
That wakes aloud the sleeping character no one has ever seen before.
And in this last gesture
Do not search to long for the floor
It is right where it always was
Just never so close before.
Cause that night the city filled up
Thats the night I've been waiting for
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