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he smoke of a cigarette, a table with flowers ice spinning 'round in alcohol, my heart's frozen she's waiting for the sound of the night's power who is longing for the next revolution who really cares about paying attention it feels like drowning in my frustration awaiting for the sound let the sound break the night let her long lost love come inside the wind makes noises i fear for the first time the creaks of a small and cheap radio the moment of a heartbreak, it's time to go still waiting for the sound let the sound break the night let her long lost love come inside
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