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I looked down through the railings Still slick with black storm rain Windows blown open And showers are pouring down Watching the drops I can hear the gears humming behind the walls Cold against your skin Workers climb here and there like spiders Reaching into the greasy pipes Turning bolts and creaking cans of oil In the marble lobby of an old museum With a golden chandelier And lamps with hot lightbulbs An old security gaurds shoes Tap down the stairs Asleep by the door in a pile of blankets "Hey kid, move along"
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Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
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I looked down through the railings Still slick with black storm rain Windows blown open And showers are pouring down Watching the drops I can hear the gears humming behind the walls Cold against your skin Workers climb here and there like spiders Reaching into the greasy pipes Turning bolts and creaking cans of oil In the marble lobby of an old museum With a golden chandelier And lamps with hot lightbulbs An old security gaurds shoes Tap down the stairs Asleep by the door in a pile of blankets "Hey kid, move along"
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Equatorial Guinean
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
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