And the night comes on
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And the heat dies down
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And the city sprays beams of light into space
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Looking very much like a giant, glowing pineapple
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I throw open the window
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Unknown birds on rooftops
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And rooftops set against the radiant sky
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So this is where people live
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People live, breathe and die in this place
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Keep their own little pills
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In their little holes
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Little holes of enormous appetite
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Shouting at passers by from windows high above the street
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Threatening to take a step of hot blood against the setting sun
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Until they are finally brought to sleep and we can rest
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You alone carry the weight of your body
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And the night comes on
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And the heat dies down
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I am alone
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I have a key for a hotel room
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And I used to have a home
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I just arrived from someplace else
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And upon arrival I saw from inside of the aluminum fish
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The city lay silent
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Silent
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And glowing with a veil of chemicals
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Reaching the very face of the moon
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I was glad I didn’t live down there
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And sad that I had to keep coming back
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I walk up streets and down streets
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And I go to all the familiar places
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No I do not recognize anybody
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I search the bars for little salty portions of friendship
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But they are all long gone
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You alone carry the weight of your body
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So I start walking
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It is a painful walk
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I try walking in front of people
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I try walking the proud walk of the ancient poet
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I alone went out to meet the sea
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And the wave was breaking right there
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Right there at my chest of fine marble
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But this is only partly making sense
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I am pursued by the snake of solitude
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By the time I head on back for the hotel
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You alone carry the weight of your body
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The words enter my mind a third time
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As I lock the door behind me
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Feeling that I had come in from the rain
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I am lucky to have this room
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I am lucky to of dawn
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I will undress
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And I will pack my bags before I go to sleep
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You alone carry the weight of your body
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There are colorful lights at the very fresh of sleep
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Now this thing has an imagination of its own |