Trapeze

I imagine the empty shelves
And the dust
All over these places we kept so clean
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I can see a shattered time
That travels from one clock to another
Begging for shelter for the night
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And yes we'll cry as much as today
When we realise
It may never happen
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And we'll find ourselves against the wall
Still with no clothes
And we'll say it never happened
And you'll say it never happened
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That's how tomorrow's like...
The empty shelf
The dust all over
Maybe one job
Maybe another