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Think of a no parking zone
Where armored cars keep the street
And every heart seeks inspiration
It is full to maximum capacity

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild

Wooden heads on the chopping block
And other hearts pumping ink
That spills out over dreams of antiquity
Pale but full of ghostly charm

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild
Think of a no parking zone   Where armored cars keep the street   And every heart seeks inspiration   It is full to maximum capacity      Leave your things in the streets   And run wild      Wooden heads on the chopping block   And other hearts pumping ink   That spills out over dreams of antiquity   Pale but full of ghostly charm      Leave your things in the streets   And run wild