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WITH-A-LITTLE-RAIN-I'D-FEEL-COMPLETE
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PICTURE-YOUR-FACE-EVERY-MILE
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COULDN'T-GET-THERE-TOO-SOON

AND--AS-THEY-TEAR-UP-THE-MIDDLE-OF-THE-ROAD
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THE-COLORED-DOTS,-THEY-HURT-MY-EYES

AND-AS-THE-SUN-RETREATS-TO-THE-DARK
THEY-LIGHT-THE-STREETS-TO-BLOCK-AWAY-THE-STARS
WHY-DO-THEY-THINK-THAT-WE-WANT-TO-SEE
THE-LIGHTS-THEY-BLIND-US-ALL-EVENTUALLY