I can feel it in the rotten air tonight
In the tips of my fingers
In the skin on my face
In the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light
In the way those eyes I've always loved Illuminate this place
Like a trash can fire in a prison cell
Like the searchlights in the parking…Â
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