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I stand on these two feet
Forty-eight hours so
My steps might move the days
To where I'd like to be

The web is thick with lies and cheats
I'm one of them, and you're out of reach

I wear these ribbons like
A prisoner, ball and chain
A grain in a desert dune
Praying to the sun for rain

The air is dry, the stars are true
I wonder how I'll change for you

I watch on glowing screens
Scrawling pipes of industry
Later we'll strike chords in bars
Wonder who's listening

The room is dark and I cannot see
Can only feel what's missing

The rooms is dark and I cannot see
Can only feel what's missing