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Cut To BlackZooming into silence the sound of a car approaching. She whispers"You're lost and found watcha looking for. I hope." So take me down, we'll see bout that. Keep on looking back for the right Exterior sunlit motel parking lot Interior grunge you'll tell them sweet. Years pass by, looking older now Forty-ish. Camera through two silhouettes, two shots have broke, why tax it? As I recall, incarcerated, a year goes by so slow Two years, is having fun Times fly but that gets old after a while Five years, its the end of the line Exterior we that read about a man who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand Although we see the silver lining, clouds goes to Lend, the sun stop shining Exterior, day, wide-angle shot Finally out, no one's waiting for him at the gate Two years, all the new has passed Or moved away. Five years, its getting darker every day Ironic it's not that light inside Exterior we that read about a man who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand Although we see the silver lining, clouds goes to Lend, the sun stop shining Day slowly turns to night, bird's perspective, colors fade Start the soundtrack. Cut to black |