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In Your Town
The stars are looking down Some one is walking in the dress of a clown Look around you, he is hiding So closer to you yet confounding
Look at the back, up and down There’s a stranger in your town So much of peace in your city Careless people, sleeping authority
Look at his dress, look at her gown Fireworks are waiting to happen in the midtown Blood and flesh are about to split Ticks of the clock, lives ready to tilt
You can’t fight to him, just run, & back down Time is running out, there’s a killer in your town You have to stay alive to count the bodies Last touch, last ritual, to the unknowns & your buddies
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