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Fly On A WindshieldThere's something solid forming in the airAnd the wall of death is lowered in Times Square No-one seems to care They carry on as if nothing was there The wind is blowing harder now Blowing dust into my eyes The dust settles on my skin Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the Windshield on the freeway |