I put on my suit, my black, black suit. I comb my hair, my black, black hair. Thalia lives on the bridge. She swings from the wires. Oh my Thalia, swinging from suspension cables. It's a one mile walk down a red, red road. It's a long fall down to the red, red water. She tells me that I'll find my voice.
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