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When I look at the colored lights
In the postcards with city sites
My eyes are dim under blurry skies
The ground beneath me
Won't hold tight
And I say
"Next! Next! Next!"
Say, "Next! Next! Next"
And I am always there
Two tongued and too flight
But the rhythm of the season's.
Always different, totally beat.
Reminds me that the Fall is all mine
'Cause there's no burning buildings
And I feel warm
And all these beasts of burden
Are shucked and shorn
By a record player
On the wooden floor
And something so big
You've never seen it before
It's like a re-education
In elementary particle physics
It's like constellations
And the strange charm they're made with.
And in the twilight
I'm feeling alright
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