Riot on an Empty Street
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Why, why so quiet?
Oh my mysterious country singer she asked.
My love is a riot
I'm climbing barricades
In empty streets at night.
When I'm down
Fighting shadows.
Twenty-five postcards
In a box in my room.
Telephone conversations,
Gas slowly leaking out
Of a heart-shaped balloon.
It's a dangerous game
That I'm not sure
If I could keep playing for long.
It's a dangerous game,
It's a very fine line
And if one step is wrong...
I have no cards to play
And that's why
I've got nothing to say,
Tonight.
I've got nothing to say,
Tonight.
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