this isn't a deja vu and the street won't carry your name
so go on, and leave while there is still a hope of escape. night time isn't so dim like this anymore. dividings and collidings and no brother at the park to make it stop. the trees have emptied out and the cops are on patrol, and here I'm standing with no place to go. hiding won't mean I won't be found out. and not being found out won't mean I'm free. no get away route and all get away soul.
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