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Rain is washing the glass
Trains are spreading out fast
I keep myself in the modern rut
I lose myself in the golden dust

Driver's bearded and old
Offers to pay the price
I leave the cab through the backseat door
I hope sincerity will suffice

Courtyard's gleaming at night
Statues wreathe in the archways
I used to live near
Butler's always necktied
Anxious to take my coat
I mean invading your petty hide
You can't be skulked opposite the moat

Barely hearing the noise
Upstairs the moonstone lamps
I keep believing I made the past
You keep assuring I had no choice

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