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DEAD JESTER
Five o'clock.
On top of the Marriott.
Catching silver rain.
Two floors below.
The cops put on a show.
They are after me again.
I fused the moment,with emotion.
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Two miles back.
The cops never had a chance.
I'm just inconceivably too far.
I threw my cellphone,out of the window.
Going 85...Miles high..
Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me.
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man.
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
The song we sing.
Don't let them catch you where you are.
On top of the Marriott.
Catching silver rain.
Two floors below.
The cops put on a show.
They are after me again.
I fused the moment,with emotion.
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Two miles back.
The cops never had a chance.
I'm just inconceivably too far.
I threw my cellphone,out of the window.
Going 85...Miles high..
Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me.
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man.
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
The song we sing.
Don't let them catch you where you are.
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