.Sitting alone in the dark of the stadium,
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar.
With the flick of his wrists he turns words into melodies,
Chords into church bells, fill up the alleys.
Lovers entwine in the heat of the night,
And I don't have a part in the shivering silenc.
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