The moon has blocked the sun
That I haven't seen for days
It walks the street as the chimneys burn
I'll drink some beers as I find my own way
The streets were made for horse and cart
When you talk talk to mine behind closed doors
Stood in the rain to feel apart
This maze I stand of concrete walls
Suspicious corpse without a face
The screen lights, a hidden dim
This black hawk can't find its place
Through the night we swim
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