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We'll be waiting in the lobby guns in hand and crawling on the ceiling.
You ain't got no fucking secrets, baby.
We stole them in your sleep,
now give the stars a rest and get in bed.

Less talk
More silence
Less calm
More violence

Like a ghost's eyes green with envy,
this hallway is a gasp
And rumor has it you're in love.
Rumor has it you're no tragedy.
Rumor has it there's no gravity in rumor.