There's something solid forming in the air,
and the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No one seems to care,
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they carry on as if nothing's there.
The wind is blowing harder now,
blowing dust into my eyes.
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The dust settles on my skin,
making a crust I cannot move in.
And I'm hovering like a fly,
waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
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