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New air at night. |
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It's like it happens for you, except it's all at night. |
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It probably happens to you. |
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They switch the air at night. |
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They never leave a trace, |
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It probably happens for you. |
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They breathe your air at night. |
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No fingerprints, no damage. |
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This air is cleaner for you. |
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Buildings full of secrets emptied for the holinights. |
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Breathing like a secret, |
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While we're sweeping up your halls at night. |
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Lungs all full of secrets. |
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Vacant like a hole at night, breathing information. |
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It hits the fan with a sigh. |
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What if we came to get you, |
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In the middle of the night or for a getaway? |
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What if all your belongings, |
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Were fast asleep and far away, but available to tap for blood and money in the daytime? |
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It's not a holiday. |
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Nights are never holidays. |
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Disaster secrets. |
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My lungs are full of these secrets in a sequence patterned for you. |
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Swept under your front door, you wake in time to see if it finally happened to you. |
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Swept under your front door. |
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Asleep at your front door. |
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Sleeping at your door. |
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Sleeping at your... |
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What if they tried a shake-out, but it didn't work? |
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They tried to time it. |
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They set some timers. |
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Centuries tried to set it but it didn't behave. |
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On and on. |
