Silver

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Toulouse Street was playing

I was waiting

Come down please, your head's in the clouds

August came and you were found

Your memory is faded

I was jaded

It all turned around, what do I do now

Shadows took you, dragged you down

The sun was your friend

There's no light at the end

Yellow rays through the window that day

A simple man's martyr, nothing to say

Toulouse Street plays again

I was your friend

Silver broke the world I knew

It took the sun, and took you too

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