[04:14.00]It is a lonely rainy Sunday on Hicksville’s dirty streets
[04:14.00]Only some transient, blurry shadows doing non-essential deeds
[04:14.00]No one anticipates, the dire menace waits
[04:14.00]Prowling for this sweet young thing
[04:14.00]She isn’t able to resists them
[04:14.00]As they entice her with these words
[04:14.00]Come on and join the vertigo
[04:14.00]I’m sure you’ll love the show
[04:14.00]It doesn’t matter what’s to come
[04:14.00]Or what you’ve tried before
[04:14.00]A lot of snow fell in the meantime and days are closing in
[04:14.00]From time to time she would appear again
[04:14.00]Straying, unshod, frail and thin
[04:14.00]One day she disappeared
[04:14.00]No single word was heard
[04:14.00]She was never seen again
[04:14.00]But if you listen very carefully
[04:14.00]You can hear her softly sing
[04:14.00]Come on and join the vertigo
[04:14.00]I’m sure you’ll love the show
[04:14.00]It doesn’t matter what’s to come
[04:14.00]Or what you’ve tried before
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