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There's a man who stands at the dark end of the street.
He's needing something solid to place beneath his feet.
He says "I can't stand to watch the news these days",
"It's just talking and killing in a million different ways",
"And I don't want to be alone"
There's a woman who stares at all the ones who didn't care,
Screaming for someway out of nowhere.
Her heart is warm but her tears have frozen closed,
The eye's she used to see the world, the only world she knows.
And she doesn't want to be alone.
There are children running at the dark end of the street,
Unsure of where they're headed, not knowing what they'll meet.
You know that there are a million different dreams,
But the future never ends up quite the way it seems,
And all of them will only be alone.
He's needing something solid to place beneath his feet.
He says "I can't stand to watch the news these days",
"It's just talking and killing in a million different ways",
"And I don't want to be alone"
There's a woman who stares at all the ones who didn't care,
Screaming for someway out of nowhere.
Her heart is warm but her tears have frozen closed,
The eye's she used to see the world, the only world she knows.
And she doesn't want to be alone.
There are children running at the dark end of the street,
Unsure of where they're headed, not knowing what they'll meet.
You know that there are a million different dreams,
But the future never ends up quite the way it seems,
And all of them will only be alone.