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in the alibi room
they're feeding stars
broken pieces of
your turnaround heart
fleeting vertigo high
crushed cigarette down
leaving everything behind
blood alley
your arms wrapped around me
sound the silent alarm
there goes the poet
there goes the angle artist
faking previous work for
the times
he says
it's some kind of warning
it's some kind of hopeless suffering
and he makes it all seem
worthwhile
my ancestors tell me
that i can get there
my ancestors tell me
that i've already been in
the alibi room
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