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Drag my body through these streets and worn avenues
Painted in the bronze light and bright black hues
Stranger is the hand to raise the glass to my mouth

Stranger than the wind sinking North to South
All the pavement's cracked and the noviate is
New to this game

All the angles, 33
Count them on your knuckles
Press your fist against the stone chest
And breathe in the chrome tiles

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