brush the hair from your eyes; for once
you don't want to miss this.
snow flakes, bigger than you've ever seen in your
whole half-lidded life
soft and dying on your cheek.
tempus fugit.
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I know your teeth are shut and proud
But there are rhythms in the city
That make your head feel loud
Uh-huh so get it out, get it out
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