Remembered Projections

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So here are the wings and the burnt out suits
Here are the maps of all your youth

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Here where the songs are all of longing
Here where the skies are always haunting

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He was talking as I glanced away
At silver tortures in colour vision
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It was a golden time
A time of bones and flowers

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There was an angel in a ruined suit
Stranded on Broadway
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I gave him change...
and he gave me the time of day
- John Foxx
City As Static Cinema