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Hung out on the gates
Look up through the grates
Memorize this face
Better days will haunt you
They will say he wants to own you
Find the other ways
To slip the light through
Better days will haunt you
Let your model home surround you
Find the other ways
To push the air through
Break the seal
My touch won't feel
Time wounds all heals
If I saw the light
I'd be the last to know