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Sitting in the backseat, waiting for the joke,
You told me you were leaving, I said, "Sorry, I don't smoke."
Sorry, I don't smoke.
Standing near a murder, waiting for a dream,
You are my anger, and my anger is my pain.
All these thoughts and days,
Die away and freeze;
I will see you, I will see you,
Through broken boundaries.
I can see the gun,
Sweating in the sun;
I will still him, I will kill him
Before the end is come.

Racing down the highway, waiting for the sound,
Waiting for the exit, waiting for the ground.
Waiting for the ground.
A purple glow of evil, is spreading like a plague;
Everything's a burden, but everything is vague.
You think you have no clues
That you were meant to lose,
And then the blood climbs through the mud
And settles in your shoes.
Did you hear me scream?
Can you hear me call?
Could you love me, could you love me,
In any way at all?

All these thoughts and days,
Die away and freeze;
I will see you, I will see you,
Through broken boundaries.

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from Staring at the Sun (Songs 1973​-​1981), released November 15, 2005

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