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Nocturnals
As the streetlamps begin to light
And the darkness begins its nightly descent
The oldies play on the radio
Like some movie scene the small-town dusk activities begin
The rush from the fields and factories to home or bar
Windows begin to light
As the streets shut-down and the wind begins to blow
A feeling creeps in
Desolate and desparate
Now is when the Nocturnals begin to stir
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So, what's your point?
It's not an attitude, it's a way of life.
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