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There they go again...
children playing
in the street.

Their shadows never match up right, 
as the sun fades beneath the horizon. 
And I say goodbye again...

Here's to another day spent sitting
watching everything fly past.

I don't wonder
where I am anymore.
Though the telephone wires
couldn't carry you this far.
and neither would your car... 
I am somewhere that 
no-one else has ever been before.

I watched a fire storm blossom
over a thousand year old wood.
Something sinister was standing
next to me, and I was contemplating
my ability to run away...
It had to be a dream...

I only came to use the bathroom.

Though he glares at me as I disappear,
I don't feel a trace of fear as I go...
isn't this what you're afraid of, 
isn't this what you fight against
with every word you fail to speak,
when they're all staring at you-
waiting to see what you do

before they make their move.

And if it helps you sleep at night... 
brother, fight... fight... fight.