It gets quiet at 3am.
The bedsheets are wrinkled and rolled back.
Another half empty cup of coffee,
Another crumpled sheet of paper.
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A church is holier when it is empty,
When every private step echoes off the ceiling,
Like ripples of solemn sound
And the candles stand unlit,
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This is an ancient artform,
A relic almost sacred I told her
As I placed the huge black disc onto the platform.
I've never even seen one of these she confessed.
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In the downtown clubs you can hear them singing.
Ghost's songs stepping off the coffin ships
Which carried them across that broad Western ocean.
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The sun came up without permission
To make me wonder which day it was.
The razor sunrise rips into my red eyes,
And I shut them fast and tight
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Between two trees stood a sullen man
Counting on his words
When two Queens tilted at him
With sharp and heavy swords
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There is no music tonight, my darling,
This radio is busted.
You can turn the dial all you want.
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Take the wheel!
We could drive til the gas tank is bone dry.
Because I don't want to die in this town,
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You went,
A name without a face,
A name on everyone's lips,
Saying `Never more to pass unchallenged
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