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So the man down the street looks you in the eye
to find your past in your shadowy prose
While the man upstairs dreams he's in the light
that reaches our view long after the star is gone

We figured out fire and democracy
as children ran in yellow fields

And one day cops and criminals
will all have the same fate
We'll remember what's balancing
our houses and our feet

The world's last explosion will be a spark in the corner
Still, the people in the streets will gather, solemnly