tired of being still but nothing moves
hear the voices outside the door
need to speak but follow the rules
the streets will be crowded just once more
clear your throat don't raise your hand
no one cares who the last one is
all things are set to self destruct
the glass is empty so get the bottle
don't bring keys and don't be late
stay on your feet and trust the light
another quiet room with the windows shut
everybody! don't look now
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