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the night is full of questions

the chill outside pales,
comparing itself to the chilly interior.
the vacuum pulls you to me
but it's not gravity;
you won't stay forever.

but will you stay tonight?
will you stay tonight?

there's heat enough between us two
to become arsonists --
just just how prolific's up to you.
ashes, ashes
we all fall down.

but will we die tonight?
will we die tonight?

the silence stretches 'cross yawning crevices
how is it nothingness can echo so loud?
your matter-of-fact demeanor
cuts me deeper
than we'd ever dreamed.

but will we speak again tonight?
will we speak again tonight?

[double-time percussion propelling ballad forward -- perhaps delay this effect until first chorus]

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