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The roads have been tired, only yous are left, the children sleep in the park, the cats are fine, the white lines go by, the rhythm of the street lights, the radio hums softly, it starts to rain, it's nothing we play with, it's coming, we're turning different tracks of darkness, overseas counterfeit donors open 24 hours, work away.