Latin Quarter - The Imagination of Thieves

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Follow me back to the car park
Stroll with me down to the beach
Look at the shores for the places we’ll never get to
Look at the cliffs for the heights that we won’t reach

A finger on edge and the circle
A flick of the ash on the end
A look that is held then averted
Weren’t these the signals?
A look of things as they come to an end

Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried a long time ago
Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried so painful, so slow
Why the denial?
All those fake smiles
Should have been buried.

A last look over a shoulder
A foot holding open a door
Waiting for footsteps to fade away
One final deep breath
A face and a shape to be seen no more

Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried a long time ago
Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried so painful, so slow
Why the denial?
All those fake smiles
Should have been buried
Should have been buried

Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried a long time ago
Admit that it’s dead
Should have been buried so painful, so slow
Should have been buried.

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