Endless shot rounds
No smoking guns
Fizzled and faded
Now back on the run
My sticks and stones
Tokyo smoke
I played the fool 'til I started to choke
My public smile
My double face
Half in the light
Half in the shade
Need some fresh air
No place tonight
Guess I'll stay in and continue to fight
Lost trace of trail
Spiderweb spun
Pale white and blue
Now I'm coming undone
Play sticks and stones
Three shades of black
Two steps away
And I can't get back
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