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| Darkly Smiling 
 Darkly Smiling
 Darkly smiling
 There are no tickets
 And you may pay
 As you leave.
 
 The man in black goes lurching through
 And he doesn't even think of you
 
 Strain to feel the movement
 And hear the music
 And see the night
 
 The man in black goes lurching through
 And doesn't even think of you
 
 What does it matter how far?
 The vacuum is leaving the jar
 
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